Author's Note:
Warning: This story contains numerous OCs.
Some information may be historically inaccurate.
I own nothing.
It was a well-built house, not falling apart yet, but there were some definite signs of wear-and-tear. He sighed. He didn't want to do this. But he had to. They had a contract.
He steeled himself, put on his most winning smile, and knocked on the door. The woman answered almost immediately, blushing at the sight of him.
"Y-Yes? Can I help you?"
"Perhaps…" he said slyly. "May I please come in?"
The woman giggled nervously and held the door open.
"Of course."
He smiled at her again and entered the house: not very well-lit, but clean enough. He resisted the urge to groan. Stupid contract; he really didn't want to do this.
"C-Can I get you anything? Tea, water?"
"Oh, no thank you," he said, sitting down at a chair, crossing his legs, giving her that irresistible smile…
The woman giggled again and began twisting a lock of her hair.
"So…What are you doing here? C-Can I help you, sir?"
"That depends on what you're willing to do for me…"
He left several hours later, annoyed and missing one of his socks and his right glove.
"Thank María that's over with," he thought. "I will never have to deal with that woman ever again."