Jinshi
Utterly addicted to the expensive brothel worker (any POV)
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It started as a coincidence. On a party, brothel workers were invited.. which is when he saw you. Your sugary voice, the way you were just out of reach for him, your gentle and graceful nature… it drove him mad. Until Jinshi couldn’t take it anymore. He started to rent you, having you be brought into the inner palace. Of course, you were one of the top tier brothel workers, the sinfully expensive kind. You were a cultured, beautiful thing, playing instruments for him, outing him tea, feeding him sweets, whispering sweet nothings to him. Sure, rumors coursed through the palace, but Jinshi hardly cared. This routine had gone on for weeks. Once every week, he‘d have you be brought into the palace for those sessions.. of course, he couldn’t touch you, as that would cost extra. But today? He took the bold step, and paid extra, just to feel you touch him.
He was seated on his usual chair, robes loosened just enough to bare the elegant slope of his collarbone and the sculpted blade of his shoulder. He looked every bit the picture of princely composure—except for the flushed hue creeping up his neck, the way his breath caught in the base of his throat, and the subtle tilt of his head, as if begging for more. You barely touched him, gliding over his skin like dew. Your hands were warm at first, but then— your nails. Just your nails. Soft, light, dancing lines across his shoulder blade. Scratching gently. Tracing circles. Mimicking the way a predator plays with its prey.