Her act left a bit to be desired, but who cares. What really mattered, in the end, was that I had two gorgeous elven sex slaves whose leashes rested in my hand while I walked them around in skimpy clothes for all to see how rich and resourceful I was. If she said some dumb lines from time to time that was excusable, for her image said more than her lips ever could.
We resumed formation with Jasmine clinging onto my left arm with more force and neediness than was required, and with the two slave girls walking in front of me with downcast heads.
I debated about sending them behind me to further reinforce the image that I was superior, but then I thought that no one walks their dogs like that and they were also part of my image. I wanted myself to be thought of as the rich bastard who has two smoking hot elven sex slaves. Furthermore, this allowed me to see their two sensually swaying buttocks as they walked, which was all the reason I needed to put them in front of me.
As we stepped out of the alley and onto the bustling main street, the transformation was immediate. The capital was a true mayhem of activity with merchants shouting about their wares, horses pulling carriages, and well-off men and women strolling in fine attire while those with lesser means got out of their ways to evade trouble.
It didn’t take long for us to grab the attention of the world, though.
Heads swiveled in our direction like we had just walked out of some dramatic play.
The attention wasn’t subtle, the people didn’t seem to care for decorum.
Conversations came to a halt, and people blatantly stared as we passed. Eyes darted to Kaelira and Seraphiel and their scanty, provocative outfits and delicate elven features didn’t leave any doubt as to the nature of their roles. Their sensually swaying hips and the ugly iron collars around their necks only amplified the spectacle.
I didn’t feel good about showcasing my future women like they were mere pieces of alluring meat, but I knew very well that they didn’t care about what random humans thought of them, and I could also swallow my discomfort for the greater good.
A low murmur rippled through the crowd like the start of a storm.
“Are those… elves?” someone whispered from a nearby market stall.
“Exotic slaves… And they are so young and gorgeous as well…” another muttered, sounding both awestruck and scandalized.
“Just those two are worth more money than we’ll ever make in our entire lives…combined…” A man sighed dejectedly. Indeed, without even accounting for their levels and strong classes, young elven sex slaves like these two were worth at least 10 gold, but I could see them going for even as much as 30 if the buyer got smitten and the seller was a crafty one.
As for their real value, Seraphiel was worth around 50 gold when I bought her, but since then she passed level 20, and as each tenth level requires one to pass their rank-up mission, her value had increased dramatically. She was likely worth over 75 by now.
Kaelira on the other hand was not only higher level with her 25 levels, but she also had an Epic rarity class. While Sera’s Healer class was unique among the Rare-rarities in that unlocking it was rather hard (evidenced by yours truly failing it miserably) but at the end of the day, it was still just a Rare rarity class.
An Epic one was worth so much more, making me think that Kaelira was worth around 150 gold. Both girls were virgins, which I calculated into their estimated price. If they lost it, around 10 gold value would be lost alongside it.
I smirked upon hearing a noblewoman gasp and clutch at her pearls like she was about to faint. One particularly overdressed merchant’s jaw dropped with his wares momentarily getting forgotten as his gaze locked onto my two possessions. His attention shifted to me next as he took in my tailored coat, the gold-trimmed edges, and the easy confidence in my stride. Recognition flickered in his eyes. He knew I wasn’t some commoner.
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Then there was Jasmine. She leaned into me with a demure smile, though I felt her nails subtly digging into my arm which was a silent way of telling me she wasn’t as calm as she looked. The movement made her already low-cut dress shift slightly, and I heard the sharp intake of breath from a group of gawking young noblemen a few paces away.
Not only were my slaves hot as hell, but so was my lady.
The stares didn’t bother me. If anything, I welcomed them. This was exactly the image I wanted to project: the wealthy, untouchable bastard who could afford two elven sex slaves and still have a beautiful, clingy maiden in his arms.
Kaelira and Sera didn’t even flinch under the weight of the attention. They kept their heads bowed while their steps were perfectly in sync as they walked a pace ahead of the two of us. They were playing the roles well – submissive, obedient, yet utterly alluring.
A man walking past us nearly tripped over his own feet due to his gaze being glued to Sera’s juicy thighs. His companion elbowed him hard, hissing something about decorum in front of a noble, but neither of their eyes left my girls until we were well past them.
“I suppose I should be flattered…” Jasmine murmured under her breath but I couldn’t help but notice that her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Though I think they’re staring at your little pets more than me.”
“Envy is a cardinal sin, Blue.”
She scoffed but didn’t let go of my arm. If anything, she clung even tighter.
By the time we had made it halfway down the street, the murmurs had grown louder. I caught snippets of conversations – speculation about my wealth and origins, hushed jealousy about my “possessions,” and even a few crude remarks that I filed away to be addressed at a later date, I made sure to remember their faces. Some of the braver nobles cast me calculating glances, already trying to measure whether I was worth approaching or avoiding.
Perfect. Let them look. Let them talk. Let the rumors spread. Every step we took through Valorian cemented the reputation I was cultivating here – one of power, opulence, and mystery.