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Prologue:

The brothel was filled with the stench of cheap booze, half-crazed drunks, and reckless women with one track minds. And there he was sitting among all of them; the picture of the 'perfect' gentleman looking for a cheap thrill to accompany him this cold winter's eve. His anticipation was as evident as the bulge in his pants. He slid a knowing smirk to his friend on his left and mentally shook his head. He wished that he would just loosen up. He took him out to have a good time, not to sit there and look like a lump on a log. He leaned towards him, signaling his friend to listen to him.

"Your going to scare off the women if you don't relax, Xiao Lang," whispered Liam. Syaoran shrugged his shoulders as he righted himself. He loosened up his tie and sagged his shoulders, casting his friend a drunken look. Liam laughed and shook his head. "That a boy, Xiao Lang."

Syaoran rolled his eyes. He hated how he used his childhood name. "Tell me why I am here," he was fidgeting in his seat, very uncomfortable with his position. A bold woman flashed him a look of approval from across the room. She was currently attending to another man. She winked at him as he looked away. He was disgusted with his surroundings. If any one would recognize him here, he would be in a whole shit of trouble.

"To have a good time. Now stop fidgeting," he hissed out.

"I could have stayed home and looked over the books to have fun." He made his unhappiness very clear with his childhood friend before hand.

Liam faked hurt as he flashed Syaoran a look, "You're just grumpy. When was the last time you've been laid, my friend?" he said lightheartedly.

Syaoran instantaneously straightened up, eyes clouded over. He attained the same look of distance he always did with he thought of her. Liam regretted the words, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

Syaoran held up his hand, "Stop, you couldn't have known."

Liam slanted his head in defeat, "We can go if you want-"

Syaoran shook his head. He didn't want or need his pity. That's the last thing he wanted right now. To be reminded of her. He quickly motioned to the waitress. She came up quickly, "What would you gentlemen like?" she asked as she looked over Liam and Syaoran. Her eyes widen in recognition as she looked at Syaoran.

"Another round of drinks to keep me and my friend entertained," he replied, taking out a fat purse of money. He handed her a handsome amount as she grinned toothless at him.

"Is that all you be wanting?" she asked under lidded eyes. She lowered her voice as she spoke again, "We have other ways of entertaining you, my lord."

Syaoran resisted the urge to cringe as he looked at his friend. He became suddenly aware of his predicament, "How about you provide my friend some entertainment."

She looked at Liam, carefully of her gaze, "Is that all, my lord?" She was clearly offering him some also.

He nodded his reply. She sauntered off reluctantly, fetching some more beer and a girl for Liam.

"You didn't have to do that," said Liam as he watched her walk off.

"Yes, I did. I would hate to know that you would be going home unsatisfied tonight," replied Syaoran teasingly. "I don't think that I could put up with a frustrated friend." He flashed him a knowing look.

Liam had the decency to be embarrassed as he changed position, trying to cover himself more properly.

Syaoran laughed, "By dear God, I daresay that you are blushing, friend."

Liam turned another shade of red. He about to say something else, but was interrupt by the waitress' return. They looked at her expectantly as she placed the drinks on the table. She flashed Liam a look, "She's waiting for you in the room in the back. I'll show you," she steered him to follow her. Liam looked over the Syaoran.

"Go! I didn't pay for you to stay with me tonight. I daresay I won't do you justice."

Liam looked gratefully at him before following the waitress to one of the back rooms. Syaoran shook his head as he looked down to his drink, then to his watch. It wasn't even midnight and he was stuck by himself. He had the urge to leave, but didn't want to leave Liam here with no way of returning home. His mother would be furious with him and he wasn't willing to face her wrath. The duchess was not someone to toy with.

He picked up his drink again, watching the beads of sweat drip down the glass. He didn't know what to do until Liam was finished. He looked around to room. The other men in the room were engaging in the same activities. He rolled his eyes when he saw another man winking at him as he was slipping into the back rooms; he was clearly under the influence. The woman in his arms was far from intoxicated; actually she was beaming radiantly as she slipped her arms around his waist. I guess that was the only other think that you could do at a place like this. He resumed his task of watching the glass in his hands. He gaze transfixed on its motion.

He didn't know how long he was looking at it, but became aware of all the commotion around him seizing to nonexistent. He looked up. The room was still as all looked up onto the makeshift stage. The was some noise coming from behind the curtains. He was about to question a man nearby when he saw her. Every thought or movement in his body ceased.

He held his breath as he watched her looking around her nervously. She was scared. She looked like a mere child, not more than 16 or 17, much too young to be in a place like this. She wasn't even of age yet. He noticed all the other men sitting up straighter as she looked behind her. He followed her gaze to see the waitress from before mumbling something to her. He narrowed his eyes; she must have been the owner of this brothel. 

He let his gaze wander down her body, she was a looker. Her body was only fit for a goddess. Her apparel left nothing for the imagination. She was wearing a wrap made of sheer green fabric. It barely covered her breast and nether regions. His mind was already doing naughty things to her as we speak. He gently shook the thoughts out of his head. She was clearly uncomfortable in it, as she was covering herself up with her hands. It couldn't examine her face because her hair was cascading down in front of it. It was a nice shade of auburn from what he could see. It met just below her waist in a curling fashion that fascinated him.

What would he do to see her hair flat on a pillow, he closed his eyes briefly. He could feel his pants become tight. He looked down at himself, ashamed. He hadn't had this type of a reaction from a woman in years. Ever since that night. He groaned as he willed away his hardness. He opened up his eyes to hear the owner speak.

"You all have come on a special night, as all of my regulars know," she grinned as she heard some men hoot and holler. "As I was saying, we have a new treasure tonight." She gestured to the auburn haired beauty behind her. "She is new to this humble establishment. It's a rare treat when you come across a woman as pure as she. And as an introduction for you, the lovely will sing for us. No one's has heard such a lovely tune as such that she has sung."

Syaoran began to become intrigued as he watched the owner push forward the lovely creature. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her shake her head slightly in protest. Her eyes were widening in fear and lips in a slight pout. She was definitely virginal then. This made his erection all the more painful. He shook his head again. Don't do this, you dirty bastard…his mind began to taunt him as he watched her finally give in and began to sing.

She pushed her hair away from her face to reveal a very attractive woman. It complemented her figure quite well. As she began the melody she held her eyes closed tightly as if she was willing away the people around her. He had never heard it before. It sounded extremely exotic flowing from her soft, full lips. Then in middle of the song, she opened her eyes to reveal the most beautiful shade of green that he had ever seen. "Emerald." It caught his breath and he instantly became entranced in her, with her. He followed her movements as she began to sway with her tune. This wasn't the same girl. She was someone else. He forgot everyone in the room. He wasn't aware of all of the other men staring at her lustfully, leering.

She was coming into her last verse when she locked gazes with Syaoran. His heart stopped. He couldn't even breathe. It was as if she was singing it to him. That it was meant for him. Then she ended. When the owner came back on the stage, she was still looking at him curiously. The owner was looking at him with a plan in mind. He could see the wheels set in motion. He was suddenly very aware of all the other in the room. All of them were looking at him with hatred. He had a feeling that he just stepped into hell with no way of coming out. He averted his gaze back to his beer, trying to appear uninterested. He still felt their gazes burning into him as the owner began to talk. Surely, someone just recognized me.

"Well, I guess I can't keep the bids from waiting, can I?" Syaoran shot his head up. Bids?  The woman harsh laughter bounced off the wall. That's when the catcalls began. The emerald enchantress hung her head low. Syaoran suddenly became outraged. No, no, no…do something, you bloody baka. Syaoran took one quick look around the room; one of these men would surely ravage her.

The bids began at $150, and in a matter of seconds raised to $1,000. "One, Two—"

"$5,000 in cash…" Who was that?

Everyone the room turned to look at Syaoran. He cast to those towering looks as he noticed that indeed, it was he that had screamed out the outrageous amount. The men gulped in horror as the recognized Syaoran for what he was. Ah, bloody hell…Mother will surely hear of this now. The owner looked at him beaming, somewhat shocked, but nonetheless beaming.

"And one else?" she asked, eyes determined on his.

No one else shouted out.

"Sold to," she radiated him a powerful look, "my lord in the back."

The men hung their heads low in defeat as they returned to their own women, unhappy. He sat down embarrassed by the turn of events. He gulped down the remaining beer and that of Liam's as the owner, took the delicate creature to the back. Most likely, to one of the more generous rooms. The owner came back shortly after, "I knew that we could accommodate your needs, my lord."

He quickly turned into his aristocratic hauteur as the woman continued to talk. She was trying to ingratiate herself into his graces and all she was doing was insulting him. He followed her into the back. As the reached the door, "If you don't mind me saying my lord…" she began, suddenly aware of whom she was speaking to. Syaoran looked down at her from the length of his nose.

"I do mind, but seeing as that hasn't stopped you from before…continue," he narrowed his eyes for maximum effect. She gulped and looked down, "I apologize, my lord. I did not intend to offend you."

"Oh, please woman…talk," he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

She nodded and looked into his eyes, trying not to cower, "I could've provided much better than this child. If you would like, I could get someone else…for a lower price of course. Someone of more practice. Or I could add her in for free." She winked at him, suddenly bold at the thought.

He instantly knew of whom she meant. He didn't hide his repulsive this time, "You insult me with the mere idea of what you have just asked me. I am quite content in what I have asked for." He opened his jacket to remove his pouch. He handed her the purse and put his hand on the doorknob. He paused before going in, "I do hope she is ready."

The woman bowed down, "Yes, my lord…she is."

He nodded his head in acknowledgement. "One more thing," he threw over his shoulder as he walked inside, "Make sure my friend is well taken care of for the rest of the evening or you will answer to me."  

"Yes, sir."

He shut the door.

Author's Note:

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