I took off the bracelet of eros and put it in my pocket; I didn’t want attention from men today; my target was a woman, after all. The carriage  stopped in front of the Flower Mary: an upscale bar in the fanciest  part of the city. I patted my pocket to make sure the bottle was secure. Then I stepped out of the carriage into the night and adjusted my suit.
“How do I look?” I asked Petra.
“You look perfect.” She said. “If I was a man, I might go for you myself.”
“Good,” I said and looked down at my immaculate suit. “Go park. Park somewhere close. Somewhere you can see me when I come out.”
She looked out at the rickshaws, carriages, and horses lined up in the parking lot and took a deep breath. “Okay.”

I left her to figure that out and made my way to the Flower Mary. It was an old - yet well maintained - building; it had no elevators or fancy tech. Instead, a winding staircase with golden rails surrounded the 5 storey tower. Its walls were dressed in a beautiful floral pattern, with the edge of each petal painted gold.
I ascended the stairs to the 3rd floor, where the bar was located. The other floors had private rooms for events, parties, strip clubs? I don’t know what they’re used for…
The door to the bar was wide open, and light poured out from within. I entered and looked around… Everyone was well dressed, and the men looked especially attractive. Mostly, there were only two types of men in this bar: escorts and gold-diggers.
I adjusted my suit and walked forward. I was feeling nervous, but I had a solid plan. I was going against the game in a sense because I’m aiming  for the wife before the husband, but having lived in this world for so long, I feel I can make it work. I took a deep breath to calm myself, sat down on the stool, and ordered a drink. “I’ll have an Uncle Robert.”
“Uncle Robert coming up.” The old bartender’s arms moved like the wind as she mixed up the drink. “20 copper,” she said as she placed the glass in front of me.
I slipped her a sliver and asked, “You spot any new guys here?”
“I spot you.” She said, pocketing the coin.
“No. Men.” I stared meaningfully. “You know.”
“Hmm.” She looked around the bar and said, “He looks new.”
I turned to where she was looking and immediately said, “No, not him.” With [look-a-look], I could see he was only 16.
“Why not? He looks cute.”
He might be of legal age in this world, but with my combined age, the last thing I wanted was a minor. “He looks adorable, but no. Someone else.”
“Hmm. Fine…” She looked around again. “I haven’t seen him before.”
I turned to where she was looking. He made the cut off at 18. And he was cute as fuck. Fluffy pixie hair cut with one side buzzed, super skinny Capri suit pants, flowery low cut socks, tiny yellow tie, cropped yellow  blazer, and cropped dress shirt that revealed his toned abs; it was  like he was wearing a suit that’d shrunk in the wash. I bit my lower lip. Part of me wanted to forget about the plan and just fuck him. “Yeah, he looks good.” He also got me thinking of taking Sterling and Otto shopping to get some cool formal clothes.
“Hmm. You look young,” the bartender said, “let me give you a piece of advice; these men will suck you dry.”
“Yeah.” I agreed.
“Lass, you’re not understanding me. I’ve been mixing drinks at this bar for more than 20 years, and I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen women go bankrupt.” She hissed. “These men will keep you going to them long after you’ve got their points.” She gave me a meaningful look. “I don’t know about this one, but they’re all bloodsuckers.” The word ‘bloodsuckers’ sounded fluffy coming out of her mouth; she had no ill-will for the men, only advice and sympathy for a young woman.
“Duly noted,” I said as I downed Uncle Robert and hopped off my seat. I adjusted my suit, took a deep breath, and walked toward him. She shook her head. I understood her, but I needed a man for this plan to work. I’d run over this a hundred times in my head, and picking up a straight woman by myself wasn’t going to work; I needed a man’s help.

He scanned the room and weighed each woman in his head; he was the hunter and the prey.
He saw me walking toward him and put on a big smile. I sat down beside him, slid him a silver coin, and said, “I need your help.”
He snatched up the coin, caressed my thigh, and seductively breathed, “That’s what I’m here for, babe.”
“Hmm…” He was good, but no. I stopped his hand. “No- Yes, but no. No, let me explain.” I looked around at the room; it didn’t look like anyone was paying attention to us; even the bartender was serving someone else. So, I took a deep breath and explained the part of the plan I needed him for. “A woman will come in at 10.” She always comes at 10, but he didn’t need to know that. “Actually, that doesn’t matter. I want to seduce a woman.”
“You!?” He was surprised.
“Not so loud.”
“Sorry. Okay.” Now he was listening more intently.
“She’ll come in… You’re new here, right?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Is this love?” His eyes were shimmering with delight.
“Ah… Just listen. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”
“I can do that, babe.” He caressed my thigh.
“Listen to my whole plan.” He nodded, so I continued. “I need you to pretend to be my horny boyfriend who wants to fuck another woman.” He raised an eyebrow. “I need you to entice her with your…” I looked at his abs, crotch, and face and bit my lower lip. “You know.” And he smiled, knowing. “Yeah, I need you to get her to fuck you. At least try to fuck you.”
“I don’t know what this is, but I’m excited.” He smiled.
I shook my head. “Okay. Anyway, I want you to convince her to go to a hotel together. All three of us.”
“Convincing a client is…” He didn’t sound very confident.
“No, you are not understanding. Not a client. I’ll pay for everything. Don’t mention money to her at all. You’re my boyfriend. My studdy  boyfriend.”
“Oh, you just want me to seduce her.” He cheered up and regained his confidence.
“Yeah. How much is it for a night, anyway?” These upscale escorts always asked for way more than the brothels. He had 123 points, which was kind of the average in the bar. Almost all the men here were 100+.
His expression instantly changed from a friendly air-head to a sharp businessman. “I charge 10 silver for a woman. I don’t usually do threesomes with women…” He shook his head and seemed to be regretting  something. “But if you promise to not pull my hair, not climb on top of me at the same time, and… pay me 30 silver, then I’ll do it.” He sounded nervous, but he set his terms.
“Not climb on top and 30 silver?” I wanted to shout! He looked around at the people in the bar and felt safe.
“You want a threesome.” He said.
A moment ago, he sounded interested, but now he spouts this. “So you want 3 times.”
“Threesomes are hard.” Threesomes with two women probably weren’t something he worries about often since most don’t like to share.
I sighed. I didn’t like it, but sex was a secondary concern; enslaving the woman was more important. “Okay.” Maybe, I should’ve gone with the 16-year-old, I thought as I took out 30 coins. I put it on the table, and he snatched it up. He counted them in his pocket with one hand. I stared at his face, but he avoided my eyes. Altogether, he already cost me 31 silvers.
After he finished counting, he said with a big smile, “You made the right choice, babe. I always leave my clients happy.” He cutely winked. I wanted to clutch his hair, drag him to the ground, and crush him between my legs…
“Okay, now we just have to wait for her to arrive. Again, remember to pretend like we’re swingers… or something like that. I need you to be the horny boyfriend.”
“Who is this woman, anyway?”
“Just someone hot I want to see in bed, naked,” I mumbled. “Don’t ask questions. You already took the money.”
“Got it.” He pretended he was zipping up his mouth but said, “Woman’s love, it’s so spicy.” I ignored his comment.
“And remember, don’t mention this. Don’t mention money, being hired, nothing. You’re just a regular guy who wants to get fucked by two women.”
“I won’t. I’m a hot boyfriend who wants someone else’s pussy.” Just for an instant, he playfully showed me his tongue. It was so stupid and cute that my toes curled, and my pussy tingled.
“Yeah… What’s your name?” I asked.
“Leo Falconer.” He smiled.
I gulped. “Okay, Leo, Let me buy you a drink.” Then I left him to buy us a drink.
“Thanks, babe. I’ll have an old-fashioned.”
“Got it.”

I watched him from the counter as I ordered our drinks. He was sexy.
When I returned and gave him his drink, I added, “If you do this right, there might be a gold coin in it for you.” I added the gold coin to motivate him and to make sure he wouldn’t screw it up.
His eyes sparkled. “Gold?” It had the desired effect.
“Yeah, if you’re good,” I said and picked up a newspaper that was on the table. I found my ad and read over it. Then I read some of the articles  while I waited.
Waiting was the worst part because it gave you time to doubt. In my mind, every move I’d made till now was under revision. What could I have done differently? How could I have improved the plan? But none of that mattered; I was already here, and there was no point regretting what was already done. I could’ve asked Sterling or Otto, but there’s no way  they’d help me with this. I could’ve lied, but I’m doomed if they find out… I didn’t even want to think about it. Also… I don’t want them to see this side of me. They probably knew, but I still wanted them to live  a relatively normal domestic life. Maybe, I could’ve hired an actor, but just imagining the number of questions I’d have to answer that said actor gave me a headache… Leo was easy, simple… Now, I can only hope he does his part seriously.
I felt nervous; a part of me didn’t even want her to show up…

As the clock struck 10, I looked to the door, and there she was, Madelief  Sienkiewicz. On-time as always. It was just as her husband had said in the game, always at 10. She followed the time religiously.
She sat down at the counter and scanned the bar with her owl-like eyes. She put her pocket watch away, took off her thick round glasses, wiped it with her handkerchief, and put it back on her cute face. Her face was youthful for her age. If she smiled, she’d look incredible. She scanned the men one at a time and nervously scratched her thigh.
“The usual.” The bartender put the drink in front of her.
“Thank you,” Madelief said with a frown and stared down her drink.
The bartender let her be and served the other customers.

It was time for me to act. I put the newspaper back on the table and said to Leo, “That’s her.”
“Oh… Isn’t she a bit old for you?” He asked.
“Just follow me, and remember, you’re my studdy boyfriend,” I said and stood up.
“Alright, let’s go.” He stood up, right beside me. And he followed behind me as I made my way to Madelief.
She was sadly looking at her drink when I tapped on her shoulder and said, “Hey.”
“Hey?” She was confused.
“My boyfriend finds you attractive,” I said.
“Huh?” She was confused.
I sat down one seat away from her, leaving a stool for Leo. I patted the seat between us, and Leo took his spot beside Madelief.
He sat down and said to Madelief, “Hey.”
“Ah- ha… Hey.” She nervously said to the young man.
He placed one hand on her thigh and another on mine.
“Bartender, three beers,” I said.
Leo gave me a smile and then leaned into Madelief. He stared into her eyes and played with her hair. “You know, your glasses make you look like an owl.”
“Hehe…” She awkwardly laughed. “I guess.”
“Can I take it off?”
“I can’t see without them… But if you want…” She mumbled.
“Do you think I’m cute?” He asked.
“Extremely.” She answered without hesitation.
He smiled. “I think you’re cute too.”
“3 beers.” The bartender placed them on the table.
“Thanks,” I told her.
“Thanks.” Leo gave her a smile for her hard work. The bartender nodded and walked away. He forced one onto Madelief and said, “Cheers.”
“Ah… Cheers.” They tapped glasses.
“You too, cheers.” He turned to me and tapped my glass. Then with a wide grin, he asked me, “Don’t you think she looks like an owl with her  glasses?” He ran his hands over her chest as he spoke.
I looked at Madelief and said, “Yeah, she does.”
“I can’t see without them.” She didn’t mumble awkwardly like she did with him when she talked to me. Instead, she sounded perfectly clear-headed.
Which emboldened Leo all the more, and he completely ignored me to lean more into her. He put a firm hand on her hip and stared into her eyes. His puppy eyes did all the work; he didn’t have to say a word. Then Madelief took the final step of leaning in and kissing him. He was too delicious to resist. She was so forceful they uncomfortably bumped teeth several times before settling in. He took off her glasses and put them in her pocket; while her hands roamed his sexy body, especially his toned abs. He reciprocated by fondling her breasts.

So I sat there, drank my beer, and watched them make out. Every now and then, he’d throw a hand my way to grope a boob, stroke a thigh, or back, or arm, just to tell me he hadn’t forgotten me. She was having a blast. And her hand had found its resting place on the back of his head.
I watched for a whole hour before I decided to stand up, tap on both their shoulders and say, “Hey, how about we take this to a hotel?”
“Huh?” She seemed to question why I was here. Did you forget I was her boyfriend? I wanted to ask her.
“Great idea!” He beamed her a smile, and she nodded. She was putty in his hands. She was too lost in his eyes, abs, thighs, ass, chest,  shoulders, hands… She was lost in the whole package to even consider me for more than a second. “Come on.” He grabbed both our hands and led us  out of the bar. She ignored me the whole time and ogled him. As we  walked down the winding stairs, he asked, “Do we need to hail a  carriage?”
“No, my carriage is parked… somewhere here,” I said.
“Okay.” He led us through the parking lot till I spotted Petra. She was leaning on the carriage with a cigarette in her mouth.
“There’s my driver,” I said and yelled, “Petra!”
She noticed me and threw the cigarette on the ground. “Big sis!” She shouted as her eyes glimpsed upon Leo.
“Take us to the nearest hotel,” I said while Leo and Madelief climbed into the carriage.
“Yes, sis.” She said and climbed onto the driver’s seat.

I followed behind Madelief into the carriage and closed the door. It hadn’t been a second since they entered the carriage, yet Madelief’s  shirt was undone, her bra was up, and Leo was sucking on one of her tits. Without her clothes on, her milf status was as clear as day, her tits were a little saggy, and her muffin top was there for everyone to  see.
I reached for her other boob, but she slapped my hand away and shook her head. “Dudette, your boyfriend’s hot. How about you take one side, and I’ll take the other.” She said and pointed at Leo.
With her nipple in his mouth, he gave me a look and a slight shrug that said, ‘sorry, you might have paid, but that is how it is.’ So, I sat across them and watched. She ignored me and caressed his hair while he sucked and fondled.
“Fuck, you’re good.” She moaned. They were both hot. Her expressions were delish, and he was just awesome. The way his hands squeezed her breast, the way she fondled him… I rubbed my crotch… “You’re a lucky young woman.” She said to me as she caressed him.
Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a hotel, and I interrupted their fun. “We’re here. Let’s go.” I said.
“Oh.” Leo acted surprised. “We better button you up. We wouldn’t want you walking out with your tits out.” He smiled and buttoned up her shirt.
“Hahaha…” She laughed as he buttoned up her shirt.
“Come on,” I said and opened the door. Once outside, I told Petra, “You can go home. Come back in the morning. Early, around 5.”
“Yes, big sis.” She nodded.
“At least stick to sis,” I said.
“Ah, yes, sis.”

Leo and Madelief followed me into the hotel as the carriage drove away. She wouldn’t stop clinging to him. But he was a good sport and smiled the whole way. I paid for the room, got the key, and got in the (magic) elevator. They followed behind me. In the elevator, they continued to  make out…
As soon as we were in the room, he grabbed her belt and said, “Let me eat you, mommy.”
“Oo fuck, you’re adorable.” She moaned.
While he undid her pants, she took off her jacket and shirt, revealed  her breasts and muffin top, and threw it at me while wearing a grin. I  saw that she was enjoying herself. I folded her clothes and put them on  the table.
Leo got down on his knees, took off her pants and panties, and handed them to me. I did the same as before and folded them. Madelief leaned against the wall and spread her legs. He stared down at her hairy cooch and said, “Hmm. You have a beautiful pussy.”
“Eat it.” She said.
“Yes, mommy.” He licked her pussy and wrapped his lips around her cooch.
“Em.” She moaned and ran her hands through his hair.

After a few minutes, a frown began to form on her face, as she realized it was hopeless… She had the libido, but when the time came, she couldn’t get wet. This was the whole reason I was here. I sat down, patted the  bottle in my jacket, and waited for her to confess. Leo was starting to realize something was wrong and doubled his effort. He gently prodded  with his finger and smooshed his face harder against her pussy. I watched the enthusiasm drain from her face, and finally, she said, “Baby  boy, let’s make out. Come up here.”
Leo was confused; this had never happened to him before. He stopped eating her and asked, “Is something wrong?”
She looked at me defensively and shouted, “It happens sometimes when you’re older! When you’re older, it’s harder to get wet! Wait till  you’re older. You’ll see!”
“Huh?” It dawned on Leo this woman couldn’t get wet.
Sometimes? Harder? She was lying; she hadn’t fucked her husband in years. Or did she really believe it was only sometimes? But this was enough, she’d confessed, so I went to the next part of the plan. “You can’t get wet? Yeah, it happens to me sometimes too.”
“Happens to you? You’re so young.” She was doubtful.
I shrugged and took out the elixir from my pocket. “It’s an aphrodisiac that helps women.”
“Oh, that’s… I Don’t think something like that-” She didn’t complete her thought, but I already knew what she wanted to say. She didn’t think it’ll work; it was understandable; she’d already tried many aphrodisiacs.
I opened the little round bottle and said, “Here, apply it to your pussy.” I poured some into her hand.
“Hmm. Okay.” She rubbed the aphrodisiac on her pussy.
“Rub it inside.”
She was doubtful of its efficacy but did as I instructed.
Leo watched everything unfold from his knees.

It only took her a few seconds to notice the difference. She started fingering herself and said, “It’s working.”
I smiled. “Good.”
She clutched his hair, pulled him to her pussy, and demanded, “Eat it, you little stud.”
For a second, I was worried he might complain about the hair pulling, but he was a good sport. He put on a big smile and said, “Yes!”
Her hands held his head in place, but her eyes were on the elixir. She watched me put its top back on and put it back in my pocket. When the elixir was out of sight, she turned her attention back to Leo.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby boy. Eat mommy’s pussy.”
“Emm.” He moaned.
I slouched on the armchair and watched them.

“Alright,  alright, that’s enough. I want you inside me.” She pulled him to his feet, and they kissed again. As she kissed him, she took off his cropped  blazer and shirt. Then taking hold of his belt, she kissed down his  chest and abs… And licked back up with a wet and flat tongue, like a cat. She pushed him to the bed and, pushing him over, got on top of him. She was buck naked, and her derriere looked amazing. I wanted to grab it and bury my face in her pussy… but I knew she wouldn’t like it, so all I could do was watch with my toes curled and my nails clawing at the arms of the chair. She laid down beside him and made out. One hand caressed his hair, the other unbuckled his belt… undid his pants… Her  hand slipped into his pants and fondled his little man.
She squeezed his balls till she got a rise out of him, and he moaned, “Aw, mommy?” She smiled and released her grip.
She gently kissed down his body and stopped at his crotch. She gave his dick a kiss over his pants. Then she pulled off his pants. She caressed his thighs a few times and took in the beautiful sight of him with just his flowery underwear and socks on. I, too, found the sight  mouth-watering. So I unbuckled my belt, slipped a hand into my pants, and rubbed my pussy… He looked up at her lecherous stare and said, “Take me, mommy.” Steam came out of her nostrils as she pulled off his underwear and revealed his little man. She flopped his dick on his pubes and kissed his balls. I imagined joining her and fellating him together, but given her sexual preference, all I could do was rub my cooch. She playfully pressed her teeth on his balls, and he moaned, “Aw.” With a chuckle, she took her mouth off his balls and swallowed his dick. “Aw… Fuck…” He grunted as she sucked him to full mast. She gave his erect dick a kiss and got on top of him. She leaned over him and planted her lips on his. While she sucked on his tongue, she reached over her ass with one hand and grabbed his dick. She pushed the little man inside. My fingers entered my pussy as his dick entered hers. She thrust her hips and slid him in deeper. Her ass was a sight to behold as she humped him. It was beastly, the way she was fucking him… The way it flexed as she rode him… The bed creaked horribly… “Aw. Aw. Aw…” He grunted whenever her mouth wasn’t suffocating him.
I watched and fingered my excited pussy. 30- No. 31 silver and no threesome… Goddess, at least she could’ve let me kiss her beautiful ass and fondle her boobs a little…
Suddenly, her body was overcome by violent spasms, and she let out a grunt, “Eeer!” Her ass and legs twitched as she settled down and rested her head on his shoulder.
He gently stroked her back and said, “You came.”
She caught her breath and said, “Yeah. Second time.”
“Second time?”
“Yeah, I came a little when I slipped you in.” She confessed.
He smiled and kissed her ear. He did long strokes, from her upper back to her ass. I wished that hand was stroking me as I pushed my fingers deeper in. Her ass looked beautiful in his hand. His eyes glanced at me for a second. He saw me masturbating and smiled. Then he pushed her over and got on top of her. Now, I got a nice view of his lovely ass and balls. He was a gentle lover. He was nothing like her; she was a brute, he was civil. Her ass moved like an animal when she fucked; his cutely bobbed. I watched his cute ass wiggle, his balls twitch, his dick prod, and cummed.
After he’d made both of us cum, he moaned, “I em a cum.” And burring himself balls deep inside her, he released his cum. His orgasm looked sensual.
Then after he’d caught his breath, he slid out of her and cuddled her. He kept one leg over her and laid down beside her. He poked and played with her nipples. She leaned over and initiated another make-out session. And it went on for an hour before she let him rest on her  breasts.
While petting his hair, she looked at me with a smirk and said, “I like your boyfriend.”
“Thanks.”
“And 123 points isn’t bad either.” She was level 24, so it wasn’t much to her, and she was only being polite.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Hmm.” She scratched her cheek and finally brought up the topic I cared about. “That elixir. The aphrodisiac, where did you get it?” She’d tried many aphrodisiacs, and none of them had worked, so of course, she’d be interested.
“A friend made it for me,” I said.
“A friend… Does this friend have a name?”
“If you want the aphrodisiac, I can give it to you.” I took it out of my pocket. “I’ll give you this bottle.” I stood up, walked over to her folded clothes, and put it on top.
“But where do I get it?”
“I’ll give you my address.” I took a paper and pen out of my pocket and wrote it down. “Let’s not talk about it now. If you want more, we can talk about it later.”
“Alright, thanks. I owe you one.”
‘I owe you one.’ That was the confirmation of the end of a quest. I was glad to hear it; this proved that as long as I followed the quest’s plot and reasoning, I could skip hours of playtime - which would amount to literally months in this world. I smiled. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Why don’t you keep my boyfriend company while I go get us something to drink.”
Leo and Madelief smiled at each other, and she said, “Sure.”