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Margo Millet 1.04 | Margo's got money troubles (2026-)

polly almost didn't believe it when joe had revealed his secret side gig, like he'd fucked her out of reality and into some extra smutty über cheesy romance novel. there just had to be a catch, he had to have some illegitimate child, a dangerously hot temper, an untreated std, something she could use as fodder to end the relationship before it could properly begin, but all he gave her were reasons to fall further into infatuation. it took all her self control to remain seated through his whole match— she spent nearly the entirety of it with her jaw clenched, squirming in her front row spot and feeling her arousal soak through the brand new panties she bought just for the occasion. she contemplated slipping them off before sauntering her way into the locker room after the match, but she figured he'd enjoy the chance to stick his hand up her skirt and feel how wet she got watching him knock a man unconscious. she was practically feral by then, eyeing his sweat drenched, half naked body with unabashed hunger until he looked over to see her hovering in his proximity. she could pounce and devour him whole right there and then, but she couldn't help but stand there ogling him, taking it all in bit by bit, his thick hairy thighs peeking out from his shiny boxing shorts, the broadness of his torso, his bloody knuckles and the damp curls sticking to his forehead. "hey there, killer," she spoke in a low purr, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to fight off the wicked smirk threatening to overcome her features. finally stepping towards him, a hand drifted up to gently brush her fingertips over the blooming bruise on his cheekbones, nearly letting out a shuddered moan when she caught a whiff of his sweat.

there were plenty of women who would, rightfully so, find the idea of a man capable of such violence unattractive. it wasn't surprising to joe that polly was not such a woman but he had still been hesitant to let her in on his side hustle on the off chance that she didn't want to involve herself with someone who made a living knocking people unconscious. he was, even after she had managed to convince him to let her come see him fight, still hesitant. that feeling seemed to linger in every little thing he did coming up to the match, questions of if she would change her mind about him after actually watching him brawl it out with another man till he was bloody and bruised haunted him and only were able to be pushed aside once he got in the ring and focused in on winning the match. for a moment it was hard to distinguish exactly what emotion she was feeling as she walked into the locker room and it wasn't until he watched her eyes lock in on his thighs that he realised that her focus was not born out of fear or concern, but something far more appealing. once she was close enough, joe reached out and brought his hands around to cup the back of her thighs, careful not to stretch his fingers too much and disrupt the bandages wrapped around his knuckles. "hi, baby." he leaned into her touch and let his eyes flutter closed as he took the briefest moment to relax, a stray bead of sweat running down from his forehead and down the bridge of his nose as he tilted his face against her palm. "you alright? was your seat okay?"

sessions with arlo had always been a high point in her work week, and though she couldn't outwardly show favoritism towards her clients, he didn't ever have to worry where he fell in the hierarchy. he was a bit like a soldier at first, diligently following orders seemingly out of respect for his superior rather than an actual desire to push himself outside of his shell, and lately she'd really seen him blossom, taking more agency over his own life all with her close guidance. arguably too close, but who could argue with the results? he was even dressing differently now, a change so drastic, she was certain there was more to it beyond a simple whim to change up his wardrobe. she doubted he'd have had the confidence to show a bit of chest like he was had it not been for her specific methods of therapy, though she tried not to feel too smug as she admired the product of their work together. "oh yeah? that's nice of you," she praised him, not at all surprised. fern had her own opinions about his family members, none all too kind, but she could sympathize with his loyalty to his sister, who she was willing to bet would benefit from a therapist of her own, if she didn't already have one. it did strike her as odd, somewhat, that paloma would take him out shopping for new clothes without having some reason to— maybe it made sense for other families, but not his. "sounds like a fun sibling bonding experience," she smiled, pausing to jot down a note in the book she kept open in her lap as mostly a formality these days. "did you enjoy it? the shopping." envy was an emotion she'd mostly trained out of herself by then, and yet she felt inexplicably jealous of paloma for getting to be the one to help him update his wardrobe, a childish but stubborn feeling that settled like a lump in the pit of her gut. "she did well, by any means... although i might have gone in a bit of a different direction." her gaze drifted back to the smattering of chest hair peeking out from the neckline of his tank top, but this time she didn't look away, allowing herself to ogle him openly as she bit down on the end of her pen.

a fun sibling bonding experience was one way to put it. paloma was clearly using it as an excuse to exercise some control over arlo with the understanding that he was too obedient and afraid of conflict to ever call into question someone's treatment of him, which wasn't to say she didn't also care about making him look nice for his girlfriend but that it was, ultimately, nearer the bottom of her priorities. "i..." he couldn't enjoy most things when he was always far too in his head to actual let himself be present in a moment, in recent months it had only been fern who had managed to coax him out of his shell and show him that it was okay to relax and let his guard down so he could be happy. when she wasn't by his side, sometimes it was hard to remember what in his head was true and what wasn't. "it was okay. it made me feel a little... i don't know. on show, i guess? i don't think she thinks about that kind of thing. she's never cared about having people look at her." being forced to go in and out of changing rooms and parade around in her chosen outfits couldn't have been more out of his comfort zone and yet he'd gone along with every instruction because it was less scary than having to say no and admit to what he wanted instead. his cheeks grew an even darker shade of red as he squirmed under fern's wandering gaze, uncertain if her stare was because she liked what she saw or if she were trying to find a positive to mention. "really? y-yeah i don't- i'm not really a fan of this. it's- i think i look a little silly." he admitted before reaching up to pull at his tank top, tugging it away from where the fabric rested against the slight pudge of his tummy. "what... what would you have chosen? i-if you want to talk about this, i mean. there's- we can talk about anything."

her journey to the palace hadn't been long, but the dirt roads she traversed on horseback were littered with bodies all piled atop each other in hastily dug ditches, mottled flesh already eaten away in places from the maggots and buzzards. the further she traveled into the center of town, the more carnage she bore witness to, keeping her cloth full of herbs covering her mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the stench of decay that permeated the air around her, only to breach the palace perimeter and be met with a wholly different sort of overwhelm. from the innermost circle of hell to heaven's gates, bianca dismounted her horse, traversing on foot through the wooded path to the entrance. she could barely hear the announcement of her assumed moniker over the pounding of her own heart, mind sent into overdrive as she struggled to take in all the luxury and excess surrounding her. bianca was no stranger to wealth, the widowed baroness who'd become her guardian had raised her within a sprawling estate with bespoke furnishings, but she had never been allowed to indulge in all the privileges the baroness' money afforded her. if anything, she was closer to the townsfolk currently spending their days scrubbing blood out of linens and digging shallow graves than she was to any of the high society guests in attendance. with her satin slippers becoming muddied on the way there, she almost felt guilty descending the gilded marble staircase to join the rest of the guests in the ballroom. before she even had the chance to, the evening's host was dashing up them and planting himself by her side, extending a personal greeting that had her gut churning and her nose wrinkling in the beginnings of a sneer before she corrected her expression. in stealing the baroness' invitation and orchestrating her attendance, bianca had expected to wear a pretty frock and spend the night sipping on fine wine and wandering the halls of the palace, should she be able to slip away from the party unnoticed, and as such she'd neglected to prepare for genuine interaction— let alone an interaction with the pompous prince himself. "good evening, your majesty," she spoke through gritted teeth as she lifted her skirts and bent her knees in a polite curtsy. "aye, this is the first ball i have attended in your lovely home." her first ball ever, in fact, though she kept such knowledge close to her chest as she searched for a polite way to fit in a subtle jab at his expense. "but it is a shame to be gathering amidst such tragedy, no? dare i suggest your kingdom's resources may be better utilized elsewhere..."

beautiful women often found their rightful place beside lonny, namely because he refused the company of those he deemed unattractive. life was suppose to be enjoyed and he could not stomach even a moment of unpleasantry, not even the being the world's most successful conversationalist could save a plain and boring face and while many such people would call him shallow for his insistence on being surrounded by beauty, he had no reason to listen to them because he was the prince and they were not. he believed he had brought all the most beautiful women in the kingdom to the palace but the newest arrival to the party clearly dispelled such a belief and forced him to make a note to fire the servant he had sent out in search of girls to bring back to become one of his concubines. his palms began to sweat as he watched her lower herself down into a curtsy before him and he pictured what she would look like properly positioned on her knees before him, doe eyes looking up at him in a silent plea for mercy from whatever submission he was to ask from her. "a shame?" an obnoxious laugh bubbled up and spilled past his full lips with no attempt to stop or quieten it. of course such a perfect specimen had to be hiding some kind of secret flaw. a soft heart for the peasants wasn't the worst thing someone could possess but lonnie did find it boring, he was tired of hearing of their struggles and believed life was greatly improved when one stopped caring what happened outside the palace walls. "is it a shame to celebrate being alive? should we all sit and wallow in the suffering of others?" he cocked his head with an already lopsided smile and shamelessly took in the sight of the woman's body before him once more, this time lingering at her chest where he could watch the swell of her breasts rise and fall from their tight confinement in her dress. he could forgive a kind streak for a woman so otherwise impeccable and besides, he believed he could very easily remind her of what was and wasn't appropriate to say in his company. "what is your name? why have i never seen you in attendance before?"

SASHA CALLE as REKA VARGAS/SARAH MILLER Wardriver, 2026

after struggling for survival since he was able to fight for himself, nickie believed he'd spend his whole life that way. god knows he hadn't expected to make it this far, if any of his grade school teachers were right, he would've been dead in a ditch or behind bars before graduation. perhaps it was merely that his true purpose was incompatible with the rest of the world. it was only within cookie's captivity that he felt he'd found what he was meant to do, revolving his life around his obsession with her so all else became noise. being in her presence again after hours apart felt like a cold sip of water on the hottest day of the year, but she'd cruelly yanked the cup from his hands and held it just out of reach. "n-no— well..." technically, yes. he knew she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but everyone needed something they couldn't give themselves. his gaze darted from her nose to the slight bit of residue left behind on her desk, a sharp hunger twisting at his gut. this was the longest he'd ever been clean in a decade, but he'd only swapped one addiction for another, and they were both being dangled right over his head. a whine clawed its way out from the back of his throat, high and strained, taking the smallest of steps into the room and towards where she sat. "i know... i-i know i'm lucky, i... thank you." dropping down to his knees, nickie crawled his way across the floor to crouch at her feet on all fours, practically trembling with the need to do more, though he remained at a safe distance, hardly able to look up at her. "let me show you... how thankful i am."

nickie's deal was still somewhat of a mystery to cookie, in part because she had neglected interrogating him on the exact details of his upbringing but more specifically because she doubted any amount of neglect could turn a good looking, overall pleasant man into the trembling little dog crawling over to her. some people were born with a submissive streak, that she knew but it appeared to her that nickie lacked any desire for accountability or autonomy. there must have been something broken deep within him, not something caused by another's hands but something in his very coding, a rot so deep he was never gonna be capable of being a functioning person. it almost made her feel pity for him. even if most people would look at how she treated nickie and consider it abuse, cookie could see that she was giving him exactly what he needed to keep living. it could be as exhausting as it was thrilling to hold that kind of power over someone, the idea of loosening her grip on his leash a little wasn't unappealing but nickie was far too easy to read and cookie could see what he wanted from a mile away. "and how'd you think you can do that? huh?" leaning over so that her forearms rested on her thighs, the front of cookie's shirt fluttered open and gave him a perfect view of her perky tits. "you must think that i'm real stupid. is that right, doggy? you think you can trick me into giving you a treat?"