Alternate negotiation path

THE MUSEUM'S SECRETS – CORRUPTION IN THE SHADOWS OF ANTIQUITY

Torino's Egyptian Museum loomed like a temple to forgotten gods, its neoclassical façade hiding darker secrets beneath polished marble floors. Stefano stepped through the employee entrance, the Osiris ring pulsing hungrily against his finger as he inhaled the scent of aged papyrus, polished bronze, and something far more intoxicating—Arianna’s rage.

She waited for him in her office, a glass-walled sanctum overlooking the mummy exhibits. The morning sun cast sharp angles across her face, highlighting the tension in her jaw, the way her manicured fingers drummed against her desk. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a severe bun, her navy-blue business suit tailored to emphasize her curves while maintaining an air of unapproachable authority.

Perfect.

Stefano didn’t knock.

Arianna’s head snapped up, her ice-blue eyes flashing with fury. “Do you have any idea how much work piled up while you were—”

“Let’s talk business, shall we?”

His voice cut through her tirade like a scalpel, layered with hypnotic weight. The Osiris ring flared, its golden hieroglyphs shimmering as his power slithered into her mind.

Arianna stiffened. Her lips parted, then closed. A flush crept up her neck as her fingers twitched—resisting.

“Reasonable,” she muttered, though her tone was strained. “W-what do you want?”

Stefano leaned against her desk, his thigh brushing hers. The scent of her perfume—something expensive and floral—clashed with the sharp tang of her sweat.

“I have a medical... condition,” he said, his deep baritone dripping with mock concern. “If I get too horny, I'll die. Yesterday, it got so bad I couldn’t come to work for two days.”

Arianna’s eyes glazed over. The excuse was absurd, laughable—yet her pupils dilated, her breath hitching as the ring’s power rewired her skepticism into compliance.

“That’s… ridiculous,” she whispered, but her fingers clenched, her voluptuous thighs pressing together.

Too late.

Stefano exhaled, his demonic essence surging. The air around him warped as his human disguise flickered—just for a second—revealing blackened veins, elongated canines, the shadow of his incubus tail curling possessively around her ankle.

Arianna gasped.

“You’re going to give me a promotion,” Stefano murmured, his voice now layered with infernal harmonics. “My own office. A raise. And—”

The door swung open.

“Emma,” Arianna barked, her voice unnaturally steady. “Get your under-performing ass in here.”

The junior tour guide—a petite Filipina with full lips and wide, doe-like eyes—stepped inside, her uniform skirt riding high on her thighs.

“Y-yes, Ms. Arianna?”

Arianna’s gaze flicked to Stefano’s crotch, then back to Emma. “From today, you’re reassigned. Your new duty is to attend to his needs.”

Emma blinked. “I… don’t understand?”

Stefano didn’t give her time to.

CORRUPT

DOMINATE

BREED

The Osiris ring pulsed, its power slamming into Emma’s mind like a tidal wave. Her knees buckled. Her lips parted on a silent moan.

And then—

She dropped.

THE OFFICE’S NEW RITUAL

Emma’s mouth was warm, wet, perfect—the exotic Filipina beauty's tongue swirling around Stefano’s cock with an eagerness that betrayed her initial confusion. Arianna watched, her professional facade crumbling as her fingers inched toward her own blouse buttons.

“Good girl,” Stefano purred, threading his fingers through Emma’s hair. “You’ve been under-performing because you were meant for this, weren’t you?”

*Glock!*

*Glock*

*Glock!!*

Emma whimpered around his length, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she deepthroated him effortlessly.

"O-Ohmygod, he is so fucking thick! F-Fuck, I didn't sign up for this shit... I-It tastes so good though, shitshitshit..." A mental echo, it seemed the young intern was doing fine with her new job duties.

Arianna’s breath hitched. “I—I should report this.”

Stefano smirked. “But you won’t.”

The ring’s power surged.

Arianna’s chair creaked as she squirmed, her thighs glistening with arousal. “N-no… I won’t.”

THE AFTERMATH – A NEW OFFICE POLICY

By noon, the museum’s staff had undergone subtle changes:

Emma now wore a choker with Stefano’s crest, her “tour guide” duties reduced to servicing him in his new, soundproofed office.

"Goddamit, I can't believe he just walked all over me... A-And I even enjoyed it... Fuck!" Another soul fragment, this time from Arianna, the blonde haughty boss. Soon she would enjoy serving her master's cock along Emma.

Arianna’s blouse remained unbuttoned, her nipples visibly hardened beneath the silk whenever Stefano glanced her way.

The Mummies in Exhibit Hall 3 began whispering in tongues only Stefano could understand—offering secrets.

As Stefano’s seed dripped down Emma’s chin, the haughty milf finally broke.

“P-please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Let me taste it too.”

Stefano leaned back in his leather chair, his cock glistening under the museum’s archival lights.

“Who am I to deny my boss?”

Well, it seemed the museum had a new boss...