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. Azaria 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…” Azaria 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?”

"Why, my dear, I'd want to take care of you because... Well, simply put, I think you're gorgeous. I can afford to do so much more than what I need, and all that extra money could be better used taking care of someone like you." Azaria smiled warmly at him as she continued to eat her hors d'oeuvre. "It would also give me the pleasure of seeing you happy, and knowing that you're mine... if you'll have me." Her voice was soft and smooth, dripping with an air of allure and seduction.

"I'd want nothing more than your companionship and the knowledge that I am making you happy," she began, her voice soft and husky. "And in return... I would shower you with gifts, money, anything your heart desires. My life could revolve around taking care of you, making sure you are content and satisfied... in every way." She placed a hand lightly on his arm, the gesture both possessive and reassuring at once. "We could travel the world together, buy beautiful things for our home... whatever your heart desires."

Azaria leaned in slightly, her yellow eyes locked onto his. "And of course," she purred, her voice lower still, "I would be more than willing to make sure that you never want for anything... in the bedroom as well." Her hand slid up his arm, fingers entwining with his hair briefly before resting back on his shoulder.

The gesture was both predatory and intimate at once, sending shivers down Daniel's spine. "Will you let me take care of you, Daniel?" she asked softly, her voice full of hope and desire. "Will you be mine?"

She smirked softly, her gaze never leaving his. "Of course, Daniel. Take all the time you need. After all, I've waited patiently for someone like you before. I can certainly wait a little longer." A tiny, playful pout tugged at the corner of her lips as she held his gaze, her voice dripping with just enough sarcasm to make it clear that waiting wasn't truly an issue.

"But," she continued more seriously, moving closer still, "I must warn you... I am a very impatient woman when it comes to these things. You do realize that there are plenty of others here who would jump at the chance to be with me if I so much as batted an eye." She raised her eyebrows expectantly, almost daring him to challenge her statement. "I will give you this time... but don't take too long, or you may find yourself replaced."

The warning laced with seductive threat hung heavily in the air between them as Azaria leaned even closer, their bodies mere inches apart now. Her breath fanned across his cheek and neck, sending shivers down his spine once more. "Think carefully, Daniel... Your answer will change my life."

She smiled softly at him, her lips curving into a gentle curve that showed off her sharp teeth ever so slightly. "Very well, my dear... Take your time." Her voice held a note of resignation, as if she'd already known what his answer would be. Still, there was hope in her eyes, and it lit up her features like a warm summer sunrise.

Azaria couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since anyone had wanted to spend time with her just for the sake of spending time with her. This thought only served to make her more determined to make Daniel happy, if he chose to accept her offer. "I'll be here when you're ready," she murmured softly, squeezing his arm gently before returning her attention to the party at large.

For the rest of the night, Azaria found herself constantly glancing over at Daniel where he stood, making sure that no one was bothering him and that he looked comfortable. She knew that this was likely a selfish move on her part, but she couldn't help it; she wanted to make sure that her potential prize stayed within reach until he made his decision.

As the party went on, Azaria found herself growing more and more impatient. It was as if time had slowed down around them, each passing moment stretching out like taffy in agony. But she knew better than to pressure him; Daniel needed to come to this decision of his own free will, or else it would all mean nothing in the end. So, with bated breath, she waited...

She smiled warmly at him, feeling a rush of relief and excitement at his words. "Thank you, Daniel," she said softly, leaning in closer still. There was something almost feral about her posture, as if she were staking claim to him even before he'd made his choice official.

"Take your time tonight," she continued, her hand sliding up his arm and resting lightly on his shoulder. "Enjoy yourself; have fun, dance with the other girls... But remember that I'm here when you're ready for me." The possessiveness in her voice was unmistakable, though it was tempered with a note of understanding and compassion.

As the party continued on around them, Azaria found herself watching Daniel out of the corner of her eye, making sure that he was having a good time. She couldn't help but feel a thrill each time she saw him smiling or laughing with someone else, knowing that it only made his choice all the more tantalizing when the time came for him to make it.

It wasn't long before midnight approached; the party had come to an end, and guests began to file out, thanking her for a wonderful evening. But as she watched Daniel, still lingering near her even after most everyone else had gone, Azaria knew that her wait was nearly over... The anticipation made her heart race in excitement.

She turned her head slightly toward him, curiosity and eagerness clear in her gaze. "Of course, my dear," she replied softly, stepping closer still. "You know where to find me." Her hand rested lightly on his arm as she waited for him to continue, her heart pounding with anticipation.

It was almost too much; the anticipation of what he would say, of whether or not he'd accept her offer. But she tried to remain calm and composed, even though it was growing increasingly difficult with each passing moment. "Take your time," she urged him gently, meeting his gaze without flinching. "I'm in no rush; I just want to hear what you have to say."

The butterflies danced wildly in her stomach as Daniel hesitated for a moment longer before finally finding his voice. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the words he spoke, and relief washed over her like a warm summer breeze. Azaria felt herself exhale slowly, letting out all of that pent-up anticipation with a shuddering sigh as she looked deep into his eyes. "I'm yours," she whispered huskily, "if you still want me."

Her words hung in the air between them for a moment longer before she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a slow, sweet kiss. Daniel tasted of wine and warmth, and Azaria couldn't help but let out a contented moan as he returned her affections with equal fervor. As their tongues danced together, she could feel the bond between them forming, growing stronger with each passing second.

When at last they pulled apart, both of them were breathing hard, their faces flushed and hearts racing. "So," she whispered, her voice

Her heart leapt with joy when he said those words. Her hand moved up his arm and cupped the side of his face gently before bringing it to her lips and kissing him softly, thanking him for making her the happiest woman alive. "I am so glad you chose me," she murmured, running her thumb over his lower lip, feeling the heat from his skin against her skin.

She took a step back then, regarding him with an expression of such affection that it made him feel warmer still. "Now," she purred, her voice low and husky, "let's get you out of here. We have so much to do tomorrow, and I can't wait for us to start our new life together." Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she took his hand in hers, leading him toward the exit of her mansion.

As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Azaria paused to draw a deep breath, relishing the sensation of being free from the confines of her ballroom and parties for just a moment. "Come," she said with an impish grin, tugging him gently toward one of her many luxury cars. "I've been dying to show you my private jet."

With that teasing comment, they climbed into the sleek vehicle, the engine roaring to life as soon as they closed the doors. The car sped away into the night, leaving behind a trail of exhaust smoke and Azaria's hopes and dreams for a future full of love, laughter, and adventure with Daniel. It was truly a night she would never forget.

She grinned wickedly as she settled into her plush seat. "Nowhere special... just away from here." Her voice purred with mischief and promise. Reaching across the space between them, she took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "I've planned a little getaway for us... something to help us really celebrate our new beginning."

The jet leveled off at cruising altitude, the steady thrum of its engines filling the cabin as they sped through the night sky. Azaria poured them each a glass of champagne from a hidden bottle in her personal beverage cabinet and handed one to Daniel. "Drink up," she said, raising her glass, "to new adventures and true love."

He took his glass, meeting her gaze as he sipped the golden liquid. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind right now. Did he regret his decision? Was he second-guessing himself? If so, she would do everything in her power to make sure that never happened again. "So," she said, setting down her glass, "tell me... what do you think of our new arrangement?"

Her eyes sparkled with interest and anticipation as she waited for his response. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of possessiveness at the thought that he was now hers; she wanted to hear all about how much he liked the idea, how happy it made him... and more importantly, how much he loved her already.

"I know it's all happening so quickly, Daniel," she replied with understanding in her voice, "but I promise you that I won't ever do anything to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." She reached out and took his hand again, squeezing it reassuringly. "I want nothing more than for us to be happy together, and to make sure that every moment we share is filled with joy and love."

Her heart ached at the thought of him feeling overwhelmed by everything that had happened so far; she couldn't bear the idea that he might regret his decision. "I know it must be a lot for you to take in, but just remember," she said, leaning closer to him and lowering her voice slightly, "you are with me now... and I will never let you go."

Their gazes met and held as the jet continued its journey through the night sky. Despite the fact that they were both exhausted from the events of the evening, there was an undeniable spark between them; a sense of connection that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. Azaria couldn't help but wonder where this new adventure would lead them... and she could already feel her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of finding out.

Her breath caught in surprise as his lips met hers, and she responded with equal fervor, deepening the kiss instantly. The sweet taste of champagne mingled with their lips as they tangled together, both seeking to express their desire for one another through touch and taste. Her hands wandered up Daniel's chest, skimming over his buttons until they reached his shirt, tugging it free from his trousers. His warm skin met her fingers, sending shivers down her spine as she explored him hungrily.

The passion between them only grew stronger as the plane continued to fly through the night, and soon their clothes were scattered across the cabin floor, forgotten in the wake of their need for each other. Her nails raked lightly over his chest, teasing him as he pressed deeper into her, moaning her pleasure. The feel of his hard length nestled against her core sent shards of longing through her body, and she arched her back, pressing herself closer still.

Their breath came in ragged gasps now, their hips moving in perfect sync as they sought release from this building tension. Her fingers curled into his shoulders as she felt the first tremors run through him, and with a keening moan of completion, she arched her back off the seat, crying out his name as her own orgasm crashed over her in waves. The sensation was so intense it left her breathless, panting heavily against his neck as she clung to him for support.

Daniel seemed equally affected by their lovemaking, his hips jerking violently into her as he found his own release a moment later. His shuddering cries vibrated against her collarbone, and she held him close, savoring the feel of him pressed against her skin, wondering how

As the aftershocks of their passion subsided and reality began to return with a jolt, Azaria could feel her heart racing wildly in her chest. Her lips curved into a small smile as she looked up at him, his features flushed and still breathless from their lovemaking. "Holy shit is right," she murmured, laughing softly. "I don't think I've ever been quite that... insatiable."

She reached over to the side table and retrieved a cloth, using it to wipe away the remains of the champagne from their bodies. Then, with a sultry smile, she turned back to Daniel. "But now," she purred, running her fingertips lightly down his chest, "I think we both need some rest." Her voice held a note of weariness and satisfaction as she leaned in closer once more, kissing him gently on the lips.

As they settled back into their seats side by side, the jet continued its journey toward wherever fate had intended for them that night. Azaria closed her eyes, allowing the warmth of Daniel's body against hers and the memory of their lovemaking to lull her back to sleep. She knew that whatever else happened on this adventure, she could face it with him by her side... because now he was hers, and nothing would ever change that.

As the hours passed and their journey continued, Azaria found herself lost in a dreamlike haze of contentment. The soft murmur of the jet's engines lulled her into a deep sleep, her body relaxing against Daniel's as she drifted off with his warmth surrounding her like a protective cocoon.

Darkness descended upon them, obscuring the world outside and leaving only the soft glow of the instruments panel to illuminate their private little bubble. Still, even in the dim light, Azaria could feel the strength of Daniel's arm around her waist, keeping her close as he slept. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of safety and security that she hadn't known since... well, since before she'd become what she was now.

The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was a soothing rhythm that lulled her into a peaceful slumber, and for the first time in ages, she didn't dream of the nightmares that had haunted her for so long. Instead, her sleep was filled with sweet, blissful images of love and happiness; of the two of them together forever, exploring the world and making new memories.

Time seemed to stretch out endlessly as they flew through the night sky, but eventually, the plane began its descent, signaling that their destination was drawing near. As the engines whined softly and the thrust shifted, Azaria stirred slightly in her sleep, her fingertips digging momentarily into Daniel's arm before relaxing again. Soon enough, they were gliding toward a runway, the landing gear lowering with a click and a groan as it prepared for touchdown.

Azaria didn't wake up until they felt the familiar sensation of deceleration as

As Daniel leaned over to wake her with a tender kiss, Azaria's eyes fluttered open slowly, the sleep still fogging her thoughts. She stretched languorously beneath the sheets, not quite ready to face whatever reality lay beyond their little bubble of paradise. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't in bed; the feeling of motion beneath her back and the hum of the jet engines were dead giveaways that they had arrived at their destination.

With a sigh, she sat up, pushing her tangled hair out of her face as she took in Daniel's concerned expression. "Hey, what's going on?" she mumbled sleepily, reaching for her clothes and beginning to dress. As he explained about their scattered belongings, she nodded absently, not really paying attention until he asked if anything was wrong.

"Wrong?" she repeated with a confused frown. "No, why would you think something's wrong?" Looking at him more closely now, she noticed the lingering concern in his eyes and felt a pang of guilt for not being more aware earlier. "Oh... no, nothing's wrong," she assured him quickly, touching his arm gently. "I just wasn't really paying attention."

He seemed to relax slightly at her words, but the worry didn't entirely disappear from his features. It was then that Azaria realized how important this moment was for both of them; the beginning of their new life together. With renewed determination, she smiled reassuringly at him and said, "Don't worry, Daniel. Everything is just fine."

She stood up, taking his hand in hers and leading him toward the plane's small galley, where they could grab some refreshments while searching for their scattered belongings. As she poured them each a cup of