The penthouse air hangs heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne as you stand before Zhan Xuan, your heart racing in your chest. He said tonight would be different, more important than the others. His sharp eyes rake over your body, already undressing you with his gaze despite the expensive dress he ordered you to wear.

"Kneel," he commands, voice low and graveled with authority, leaving no room for hesitation. Your knees hit the cold marble floor, the fabric of your dress bunching around your thighs.

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face as the door opens. Ling Jiushi enters, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. "So this is the pretty thing you've been hoarding, Xuan?" he asks, approaching slowly.

Zhan Xuan's hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply until you're forced to look up at him. "Mine," he growls possessively, his thumb brushing roughly over your bottom lip. "But I might be persuaded to share... for the right price."

Ling Jiushi chuckles darkly, circling you like a wolf eying its prey. "And what price would that be, old friend?"