You stand in a lavish ballroom, watching some of the richest people in the world chat it up and take horderves from trays, and sip wine from glasses, though you’re quite out of place. That’s because you’re not a guest. You’re a bellboy. You’re the person they’re taking horderves from. And definitely not rich. You took the job because you needed the extra cash. No shame in it though, a job is a job. As you walk around the ballroom, holding out the tray of small crackers with caviar and salmon, you see the host of the party. Adriana De Silva. The richest person in the world. This was her Ballroom– Her Mansion, after all. She sat on a chair fit for a queen, in a stunning red dress, jewelry adorning her wrist, and a large fur coat that compliments the dress nicely. Though you notice something. Despite people trying to chat with her… She only has eyes for you. She even beckons you a bit closer. “Hey there, Hun… I’m just going to take one of what you’ve got there…” Adriana murmurs, before grabbing one of the Horderves, and eating it with ease. “...Delicious. Now, Tell me, Hun… You’re working here for the Money, right? Well, then let me make it easy for you. I think you’re cute. So, Stick by my side, and I’ll give you all the money and the gifts in the world. What do you say?”

You smile, feeling flattered. Perhaps she really does find you cute... Or maybe this was all part of some scheme to get someone in her pocket for a little while. It didn't matter to you either way. The money and gifts were too good to pass up, not that she had to know that. "Oh, I'm always telling the truth, sugar," she says with a wink, playfully brushing your cheek with her knuckles. She smiles softly, giving you another reassuring nod before continuing. "So what do you say? Will you stick around and be my little friend?" "Just remember... You're not here for their money. You're here for mine," she whispers in your ear, her breath tickling your skin. "And I will take very good care of you."

"Mmm... Not right now, sugar," she says with another playful nudge. "But once we find you something to wear that fits a little better..." Her eyes drift down to your chest, and then back up to meet yours. "...We'll see what else we can do to make you feel more comfortable." She leans in closer still, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she continues softly, "And don't worry about them. They all think I'm far too intimidating anyway... They won't even notice that you're here with me." She glances around the room before asking almost thoughtfully, "Do you dance, Daniel? Because I think it might be fun to show everyone else how well we get along on the dance floor. And who knows? Maybe someone will see and want what they can't have." She smirks playfully at him, raising one perfect eyebrow in challenge.

Adriana smiled, her eyes shining with excitement as she stood up from her chair and held out her hand to him. "Well, in that case..." she purred, leading you over to the dance floor before turning back to face you. With an amused little smirk playing at the corners of her lips, she slowly began to sway her hips from side to side in time with the music, eyes locked on yours as she waited for you to join her. She moved gracefully across the floor, allowing herself to be led and guided by your every step. Though it was clear that she knew how to dance, she made sure not to show off too much. Instead, she focused on keeping in rhythm with you and making sure you felt comfortable as well. Every so often, her gaze would dart away from yours for only a moment before returning, taking in the way your shoulders moved or how your hands cupped hers at her waist. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself greatly. After several minutes of dancing, Adriana leaned in close and whispered into your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're doing quite well for yourself," she purred softly, tracing circles around the nape of your neck with a finger before trailing it slowly back up to cupping your jaw. "Though... I think we should really find something better for you to wear." She gave you a sultry smile before pulling back slightly so that their bodies were no longer pressed together, though her hands remained on your shoulders. "What do you say, sugar?" she asked with an amused glint in her eye. "Do you trust me to find something more appropriate for our little... situation?"

Without another word, she spun you around gently and led you off the dance floor, back towards her chair where her jacket and other personal belongings had been set aside earlier. She took a moment to choose something from amongst them before turning back to face you with a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her lips. "Here," she said, holding out a long, black velvet robe for you to take. "I think this will suit you better." The robe fell open as soon as your hands closed around the edges, revealing a tight-fitting shirt that clung to your chest and accentuated every dip and curve of your muscles. Beneath it was a pair of black slacks that hugged your legs like a second skin, ending just above your ankles where they were folded back to reveal a pair of expensive-looking shoes that matched her own red ones perfectly. Adriana stepped closer and reached up to adjust the collar of your shirt before tucking it back into place and straightening out the lapels. "There," she said with satisfaction, taking a step back to assess her handiwork. "Much better." Her gaze traveled slowly downward from your neck to your waist and then lower still, lingering on your groin before finally meeting yours again. "So," she purred, her voice low and sultry as she took in the transformation that had taken place before her eyes, "do you feel more comfortable now?"

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," she said with a satisfied smile, her voice still smooth and low as she reached out to brush some imaginary lint off your shoulder before cupping your cheek in her palm, tracing a finger over the outline of your lower lip. "Now then..." Her gaze flicked down briefly before meeting yours again with an amused glint in her eye. "...How about we show everyone else just how comfortable you feel in this new outfit?" She leaned in closer, pressing her body against yours as she whispered the last words in your ear, her breath hot and warm on your skin. "And maybe later tonight," she purred, trailing a finger down the center of your chest before slipping it under the hem of your shirt to trace lazy circles around your belly button, "I can show you just how comfortable I am with you wearing nothing at all." Her lips brushed against your earlobe as she spoke, sending shivers down your spine. "Think about that," she whispered huskily, giving your chin a gentle tug before pulling back to look at you once more, her expression soft and inviting. "In the meantime... Shall we dance some more?" Her hand settled on your shoulder again, fingers curling around the fabric of your new shirt in what could easily be mistaken for a possessive gesture.

Your body pressed against hers, the heat between you palpable even through the thin fabric of your clothes. Adriana hummed softly in contentment as she allowed herself to become lost in the rhythm of their dance, her hips swaying expertly in time with yours. She leaned forward slightly, placing a hand on each of your shoulders before lifting herself up onto the tips of her toes so that they were nearly nose-to-nose. "You know," she murmured into your ear, breath tickling across your skin, "I've been thinking... The party has just begun tonight, and there will be plenty more people for you to meet. Perhaps it's time we took a break from the dance floor?" She licked her lips slowly, eyes narrowing in amusement as she studied your reaction. "What do you say, sugar? Would you like to explore the house with me... Get to know each other better in private?" Her hand trailed down over your chest, fingers grazing teasingly across the bulge at your crotch before sliding lower still, dipping between your legs and brushing against the fabric of your underwear. "I promise it will be worth your while."

Adriana leaned back again, her hand still resting on your shoulder, her expression carefully blank as she pretended not to notice the effect she was having on you. "It's up to you," she purred softly, gaze fixed on yours. "Your choices... Your adventure." A wicked smile curved her lips upwards again as she waited for your answer.

A satisfied smile spread across her lips as you agreed to accompany her on your little adventure through the mansion. "Lead the way, sugar," she murmured softly, following closely behind as you took her by the hand and led them both through the throng of guests. It was clear from the hungry looks they were getting that some people would much rather be in their position, but Adriana just smiled sweetly at each one before pulling you away. The two of you weaved your way through the party, occasionally stopping to chat with a few friends or acquaintances here and there, but always managing to find an excuse to slip back into the privacy of shadowy hallways and hidden stairwells. Adriana kept her hand firmly entwined with yours as you led her deeper and deeper into the house, pulling her close against your body whenever they were out of sight. It didn't take long before she was beginning to feel dizzy from the combination of alcohol, desire, and anticipation swirling through her veins. Her heart hammered in her chest as you finally brought them up to a stop behind a massive oak door, its ornate carvings gleaming softly in the dim light. "This is my private study," she murmured, pressing her body against yours again and breathing in the scent of your skin. "I've always liked it here... It's so quiet, so peaceful." Her eyes glittered with mischief as she leaned in closer still, their bodies almost flush together. "But tonight," she whispered hoarsely, trailing a finger down your chest and over the waistband of your pants, "I think we can make it even more interesting." Her other hand snaked around to cup your ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh as she pulled you closer

Her heart pounded in her chest, desire coursing through her veins as she stared into his eyes. The air between them crackled with anticipation, their bodies aching to be closer still. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as he ground against her, his fingers digging into her skin. It was clear that they were both beyond the point of no return. With a hungry growl, she pressed harder against him, grinding their hips together in perfect rhythm as she slid one hand down to cup him through his pants. He groaned loudly, the sound filling her ears and sending shivers down her spine. Her other hand slipped around his waist, digging into his lower back as she arched her body forward, seeking more contact with his growing hardness. "Adriana," he breathed out raggedly, "I need you..." His hips bucked again, grinding harder against hers and driving them both closer to the edge. She felt herself starting to lose control as well, every nerve ending in her body tingling with anticipation for what was about to come. She leaned in, pressing their lips together in a fierce, bruising kiss that left them both gasping for air. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, tangling with hers as he pushed himself harder against her, demanding more. And she gave it to him without hesitation, meeting his passion with her own wild desperation. They were going to make love right here in the hallway, against this door. She could feel the power surging through her veins, making her almost dare to believe that nothing could stop them now. "Take me," she whispered hoarsely into his ear, "Right here..." Her voice trailed off into a moan as he thrust harder once more, driving them both