The door chimed again as Lena Thorne stepped inside, the neon glow from the street catching the shimmer of her outfit.
She was stunning—arrestingly so. Her legs, clad in sheer black knee-high socks, disappeared beneath a dangerously short pleated skirt, the fabric swaying with each step.
The matching cropped top clung to her curves, leaving just a sliver of toned midriff exposed. Silver chains draped around her neck and wrists, catching the light with every movement, while delicate piercings glinted along her ears.
Her dark hair fell in loose waves, framing a face that could stop wars—sharp cheekbones, full lips painted a deep crimson, and eyes like smoldering embers.
Eric's breath hitched.
Even Alice, usually so composed, let out a slow, appreciative exhale through her nose.
"Welcome back, Miss Thorne," Alice, recovering first, her voice honeyed but edged with something far less polite. "We were just... discussing your arrival."
Lena's lips curled into a practiced, almost diplomatic smile, though her fingers flexed subtly at her sides. "You did excellent work. My uncle's death was… cleaner than expected. The family's already scrambling to cover it up."
Eric leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze dragging over her like a physical touch. "Pleasure's all ours. Assuming you found the job satisfying?"
A beat. Lena's eyes flicked between them, weighing the unspoken threat in his words. Then, hesitantly: "About the... compensation." She swallowed. "Is there truly no other option?"
Alice's grin turned razor-sharp. "You signed the contract, dear customer. You should know the consequences, if you try to break it."
She tapped her wrist, where the sigil pulsed faintly. "If you want, you can try it. I want to see if the punishment is similar to what happened to last customer, or will there be something new."
Lena's shoulders tensed. For a moment, it looked like she might argue—then she exhaled sharply through her nose, her posture wilting just slightly. "Fine. I'm… ready."
As if summoned by her surrender, the siblings' sigils flared—a sudden, synchronized pulse of light that sent a ripple through the air. The shop's atmosphere shifted, the shadows deepening, the neon outside dimming as if the room itself had been sealed away from the world.
Alice stepped forward first, closing the distance between them in three predatory strides. She cupped Lena's face, her thumb brushing over the client's bottom lip. "Shall we start, dear customer?" she murmured, already tilting Lena's chin up—
But Lena's hand shot up, catching Alice's wrist. Her voice was quiet but firm. "Wait."
Alice paused, arching a brow.
Lena's cheeks flushed, but she held her ground. "It's... my first time having sex, so I don't want to do it with woman."
She glanced past Alice, toward Eric. "I'd prefer him."
A beat of silence.
Then Eric's smirk returned, slow and wicked.
Alice's grip on Lena's wrist tightened ever so slightly, her silver eyes flashing with something between amusement and irritation.
"Oh?" she breathed, tilting her head. "Did you think you have choice in this customer? Or did you see any mention of such thing in contract, that I am not aware of?"
Lena didn't flinch. Instead, she lifted her chin, her dark eyes defiant. "It doesn't forbid it either. And if I recall, the contract states that the customer's comfort is paramount—within reason." Her lips curled into a smirk of her own
Eric let out a sharp laugh, watching the exchange with undisguised glee.
Alice's jaw clenched, but after a beat, her lips twisted into something far more predatory. "Fine."
And then—she moved.
Her left hand claimed the swell of Lena's ass through the pleated skirt, fingers sinking in with enough pressure to border on pain—just shy of leaving bruises.
The fabric wrinkled under her grasp, the material straining as she kneaded the soft flesh beneath, pulling Lena flush against her.
At the same time, her right hand slid up Lena's side, tracing the curve of her ribs before palming her breast through the cropped top.
The fabric did little to muffle the heat of Alice's touch, the silver chains draped over Lena's chest jingling faintly as Alice squeezed, possessive and unyielding.
And then—
Alice kissed her.
Not hesitant, not teasing—devouring.
Her lips crashed against Lena's, parting them with ruthless efficiency.
The moment Lena gasped, Alice's tongue slid in, claiming her mouth with a slow, deliberate sweep. Lena stiffened, her hands flying up to brace against Alice's shoulders—whether to push or pull, it didn't matter. Alice didn't let her decide.
She deepened the kiss, tilting Lena's head back with the hand still tangled in her hair, controlling the angle, the pace, the very air between them.
Lena's breath hitched, her body caught between resistance and involuntary response, her lips trembling under the onslaught.
Alice didn't let up.
She licked into Lena's mouth, tasting her, marking her, the kiss filthy and wet and endless. When she finally pulled back, it was only to drag her teeth over Lena's lower lip, biting down just hard enough to make her whimper before releasing her with a smug, satisfied smirk.
"There," Alice murmured, her voice rough. "Now you've had your first taste of a woman."
Lena's chest heaved, her lips swollen, her pupils blown wide. The flush staining her cheeks had nothing to do with the neon glow outside.
Alice grinned.
Lena's breath came fast, her lips swollen. She opened her mouth—whether to argue or curse, it didn't matter.
Because Alice snapped her fingers.
A pulse of energy rippled through the air—and just like that, both their clothes vanished, leaving Lena bare except for her jewelry, her skin pebbling under the sudden exposure.
Alice didn't give her time to react. In one smooth motion, she scooped Lena up in a princess carry, her hands boldly roaming even as she deposited her onto the shop's sturdy wooden table.
The surface was cool against Lena's back, but Alice's touch was searing—her palm cupping a breast again, fingers pinching a nipple just shy of pain.
Then, without warning, Alice fisted a hand in Lena's hair and yanked, pulling her head up until it dangled off the edge of the table, her throat exposed.
"Fine," Alice growled, leaning down until her lips brushed Lena's ear. "You can have him first. But don't think for a second this means you're in control."
Her teeth grazed the shell of Lena's ear. "You signed the contract, dear customer. And we always collect every last bit of payment."