Magus Von Doom

"Magus Von Doom."

The crowd goes silent for a moment. Then erupts in cheers. You snatch the money sack from the caller's hands and -riding the wave of excitement- fling coins back out into the crowd. You take your own money pouch and throw your gold as well. The men love it. You double down. "My friends, tonight your money is no good here. Rozanna's Royal Harem is at your disposal. I am at your disposal. Take what you will, my gold is yours. Tonight we are victorious. Tonight we live forever!"

The men roar their adoration for you. Their hands reaching to touch your cloak. You meet their eyes and take in the adulation. Truly you are invincible.

A hand reaches down and gently plucks your hair. You turn and meet the warm, inviting eyes of Layla, before she pulls you into a heady kiss. Her hands wind through your hair and sweep over your clothes. Her tongue dances in your mouth. You break for air and she whispers lurid secrets in your ear, grazes her teeth along your neck and drags you back in for another kiss. When she releases you, sweaty, breathless you wonder if this is love. You are simply intoxicated. She steps down from her perch and away from you, before looking back and crooking a single finger asking you to follow with a smile. You hardly need an invitation.

Layla leads you to your very own tent. Your men cheering you all the way. Shouting suggestions that nearly frighten you. She steps inside, you move to follow her, but look back. A ways off, Rozanna can be seen, her smirk unmistakable even at this distance. You almost pull back, **** not to give her the satisfaction, before a hand reaches out and drags you in by the collar. It's going to be a good night.