Pink mist was lingering in the room. A few candles were fighting the darkness as a man and a woman were laying in bed. Priscilla was wearing a sheer black dress and Corvus was in his underwear.
"Are we not going to do anything?"
She was staring at him yet her eyes were unfocused. The alcohol and the pink mist were doing their jobs on her. She was thinking about jumping him.
Corvus stared at the ceiling. He was also under the influence but he regained a momentary clarity. Mind magic. It was a chance to actually change his fate. Yet he felt like an asshole.
"What's the chain on your leg for?"
Priscilla fidgeted with the chains. The metal clinked against each other.
"It's a decoration," she smiled.
Corvus raised his eyebrow. Chains meant prisoners in his past world. Having sex with someone who was drunk, a prisoner, and possibly unwilling was a line he wasn't willing to cross. He turned to Priscilla, looking into her beautiful red eyes. She seemed like the kind of girl that made you want to protect them.
"Are you a slave?"
Her eyes darted left and right before she nodded timidly. Her visage on her head shrank; she was ashamed.
"How did you become one?"
Corvus didn't know much about poppy flowers. His history lessons with Ilyana were focused on Arcania and Noxian.
Priscilla buried her head into the pillow and mumbled something incomprehensible.
He put his hand on her hair, gently caressesing her.
She flinched but still allowed him to continue. After a few seconds of rubbing her head, Priscilla spoke.
"My mother sold me."
Her voice was quiet as if she didn't want to talk about it. Yet she kept going.
"People don't like my kind because they think we can control them."
Corvus listened to her words. Mind magic was still a subject he knew little about.
She squeezed the pillow tighter, "It's unfair."
She sobbed.
"What do you mean?" Corvus said while still comforting her with one hand in her locks.
"Orchids are considered beautiful and elegant but they have the same magic."
She threw the pillow on the floor.
"Why are they treated better than us?" Priscilla said with her voice cracking halfway.
Corvus sighed, "I don't know."
Priscilla turned to him, her eyes were puffy red.
"Sorry I didn't mean to..." She paused and shook her head.
"I'm wasting your money. You're here for sex after all," she said as she rolled on top of Corvus. She was planting kisses all over his neck. Her small breasts pressed against his chest.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, carefully pushing her off of him.
"I'm not here just for sex, Priscilla."
She tilted her head, "Then for what?"
"Magic," his words were barely above a whisper but Priscilla heard.
"Is that why you were touching my flower?" She turned her gaze towards her flower.
Corvus rubbed his forehead. A small spider appeared from his head and sat on his chest.
Priscilla leaned in closer to him.
"Can I touch it?"
Her visage, a small red poppy flower, was staring at his black widow.
He nodded.
Priscilla's fingers gently touched his visage, sending a shiver throughout Corvus' body.
"I envy your poison and web magic," she sighed as she stroked his spider.
"There are so many books on sigils for them. I literally only know one stupid sigil."
"Only one?" Corvus asked without thinking.
She nodded her head in shame.
"This stupid mist that makes you horny," she waved around the pink mist.
The mist was getting thinner and thinner. As the air cleared up, Corvus felt less horny and his head cleared up aside from the alcohol.
"Can you show me?" he said.
Priscilla shook her head.
"It's lame and useless for everything except sex," she mumbled.
Her flower was getting smaller and smaller until it was barely visible. Corvus needed to know more about sigils and magic in general. He couldn't waste an opportunity like this.
"Please show me," he said.
She wasn't looking at him, instead focusing on the pillow.
"Maybe some other day."
Her voice sounded so quiet that Corvus had to strain his ears to catch her words. Then she plopped down on the pillow. She started snoring. Priscilla fell asleep on him. He didn't want to wake her up. The weight on top of him felt pleasant.
After 30 minutes, the door opened and Angela entered. She was surprised to see Priscilla sleeping on him.
"Oh, I never seen anyone sleep here," she said.
Corvus chuckled, "Well we didn't exactly have sex."
Angela smirked, "Is that true? That grin on your face wouldn't say so."
His grin came from the fact that he has magic now. He was satisfied. He could solve the problem about sigils another day.
"Well, it's almost time for closing. My apologies."
Corvus got up and gently moved Priscilla into the bed. He put a blanket over her and tucked her in like she was a burrito. He was walking with Angela back to the reception hall.
"How much for her?"
"Excuse me?"
Angela looked at him in shock.
"How much for Priscilla?" Corvus asked again.
She let out a sigh.
"She isn't for sale," she answered.
Corvus' eyes narrowed.
Angela explained herself, "The owner of this establishment doesn't sell his slaves." She gave an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry but you cannot buy her."
He didn't like that. Finding a way to keep her close to him would be his top priority. He had no idea what the system would do if he bonded with someone and never saw them again. They reached the hall and Kaelith was waiting.
"Your intellect may be questionable but your stamina is admirable," Kaelith said with a grin.
Angela let out a giggle.
"Thanks for the compliment I guess."
The two men exited the building and Kaelith took the lead again. The streets were mostly empty. The moonlight acted as their guide back to the palace but Corvus' mind was elsewhere.
"What's on your mind?" Kaelith asked.
Their friendship was strange. Both of them shared the same cruel fate of dying. Yet they rarely talked about anything important.
"I want to buy Priscilla."
Corvus said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"The poppy flower?" Kaelith asked.
Corvus nodded. His friend stopped walking, forcing Corvus to do the same.
"Old man Grehm is quite stubborn when it comes to his property," Kaelith sighed and continued, "I tried to purchase a girl myself and he rejected me."
"He rejected royalty?" Corvus asked.
Kaelith chuckled, "Yes, I think he'd only sell to the matriarch."
Corvus was silent for a minute.
"Have you asked Lyssandra?"
Kaelith's eyebrow squished together.
"Are you insane?"
Corvus let out a chuckle.
"But she's your aunt," he explained, "She should help you."
Kaelith rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you ask her? She's your mother after all."
He was sarcastic but it wasn't exactly a bad idea to Corvus. They reached the outer entrance of the palace and snuck in. The guards didn't notice anything.
He told Kaelith goodbye and went towards his room. His steps were still wobbly as his head wasn't completely free of alcohol yet. But he managed to enter his room.
The candles weren't lit but he had memorized the layout. He walked towards his divine-looking bed and let himself fall on it. Two pillowy objects cushioned his landing. They were warm yet soft like a marshmallow. They felt pleasant against his chest.
"Someone snuck out today," Lyssandra's voice came from below Corvus.
A shiver ran down his back.