Sophie Crain.

“Well, look at you, love…” Cosmo gasped when he set his eyes on Sophie, feeling like he hadn’t seen her in an eternity “I was worried that you’d been snapped up and lost to a vampire. I was completely wounded” He pouted and batted hi eyelashes at her, only taking her hands and giving them a squeeze. “Have you missed me as much as I missed you?” @sophiecrain​​

Geraldo didn’t know what to think about a slave being hurt like this for the first time, knowing how this could possibly affect her in the long run. It angered him but he did his best to keep that away from his thoughts. His focus was on taking care of her and he held her close as he walked into his home. He went to the bedroom and rested her on the edge of the bed, staring down at her. “Tell me, what do you need tonight? A bath?” he asked softly, not wanting to upset her.

“Lucky me.” Fully relaxed in the bath, Eros allowed his eyes to wander a bit more shamelessly as she got closer. “I bet you give a killer massage…” he mused as his eyes flickered back to Sophie’s face. 

“Did you see the look on that slave’s face? Of course it was fun,” she smirked, and with the way she spoke it was almost as if she forgot that she was just a slave too. Though normally Ros wouldn’t have bothered to entertain the line of questioning, she’d worked up enough of a buzz from the free booze that she was in a giving mood. So to speak. “Money gets me through being alive. New shoes. Hand bags. Stupid vampires with heavy pockets, the works,” she shrugged. “What gets you through being alive then?” 

“I mean all of it would be ideal…” she grinned, the princess only crawling cloer to the blonde and hooking her fingers over the top of her pants “I wanna keep you here for just a while longer. What can I say? I’m selfish…” she hummed, leaning up to tease her lips at the others.

“Perfect,” He promised her. It wasn’t making him sneeze, so that was all he really needed – and it didn’t smell too bad. He eyed her off for a moment, “Nothing you do’ll hurt me so don’t stress.” He promised her, knowing that even though the other scars on his body were nothing really when compared with his face, they might be intimidating to the human.

“As long as it’s mild,” the King answered, not picky about scents as long as they didn’t make him sick. Octavian began to pull off his clothes, passing them along to the slave as he did. When he was finally naked, he got onto the bed and tried to make himself comfortable. The entire experience was foreign to him and he had to really think about the last time he had done something like this. It was definitely far too long. “If you have been at this for a long time, I will let you decide what you do.”

Geraldo could see she wasn’t in a right state and wished there was more he could do to help. “Sophie,” he repeated, and then bent forward, picking her up without effort, “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. That’s okay with you?” He always wanted someone to come on their own accord, but she seemed to be in a rough spot at the moment.

“Perfect,” He promised her. It wasn’t making him sneeze, so that was all he really needed – and it didn’t smell too bad. He eyed her off for a moment, “Nothing you do’ll hurt me so don’t stress.” He promised her, knowing that even though the other scars on his body were nothing really when compared with his face, they might be intimidating to the human.

“You know. I think I do want you to leave it off” she grinned, sitting forward and waggling her eyebrows at the blonde. “I like the view too much, seems like a real shame to cover up” She hummed, gesturing to herself and how she hadn’t gotten dressed herself.

“I do not like the scent of vanilla or anything sweet,” Octavian answered, paying little mind to her mistake in title. He never expected much from people who didn’t know better. “You can refer to me as ‘sir’ from now on.” The King undid his tie and handed it over to her, expecting her to properly put away his clothes. “Have you worked here long, girl?” he asked, wondering what made her special enough to service him. Everywhere he went, establishment owners always gave him their best. 

“Awe” Andie pouted when the human pulled on her shirt and covered up before stretching herself back like a cat “I’m always good, always on point” she reassured, even if it was a damn lie.

“No worries.” He brushed off the apology, deciding that under his head was best. It felt a little more secure that way, even though he wasn’t necessarily worried about her. Glancing over at her, and where she was standing, Troy cleared his throat. “If you have something woody, I’ll take that.” He suggested, “Or if you have a professional suggestion – that’s fine.”

“Nah, I was just bored,” she replied frankly, shrugging a slender shoulder as she took another sip from her drink. “Thought it might be fun to watch someone get in trouble,” she snickered with no remorse before turning to run critical eyes over the woman. “Gets me through it all? The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“So I’ve been told,” He hummed with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He’d heard the comment before so it wasn’t lost on him. Happy that she decided to join him and so close by. “Not a hard name to live up to in a city like this.” Eros smiled and dipped a bit further into the water. “Do you work here at the spa?”

her words drew his attention to her before he averted his gaze completely. ❝ sorry about that. checking around and i got distracted, ❞ he murmured in reply. strangely, it was the first time he’d run into a slave that worked there in such a state of undress.