The Morning Later

I didn't go to the party looking for anyone in particular.

I was just looking for a girl playing the role of a slave to have fun with all night.

Then I saw her.

Her name was Nadia, and she was the most arrogant of them all: beautiful, untouchable, and dressed as a Roman patrician. Convinced that she could pretend that night and return to her normal life in the morning.

I was dressed as a barbarian. And barbarians don’t ask for permission… they simply take what they want.

The whole night was mine: my toy, my captive… my slave.

The next morning wasn’t the end… just the beginning of her new life.