This must be some kind of fucking record, Lottie thought as she awoke for the third time of the day. She wearily blinked her eyes and stretched her sore body. Sore was an understatement, she felt like her entire body weighed an extra 100 pounds and the air had turned into a viscous liquid as she slowly brought her arms up. Lottie briefly rubbed her eyes before remembering she had makeup on. Oh shit … yet, when she looked at her hands they were clean. Someone must have wiped it off. Lottie shrugged and continued stretching. It was only as she stretched out her legs that she became aware of the body sat at the end of her bed.

"HOLY FUCK!" She shrieked as she clawed the blankets up to cover her torso.

"It's-a just me." Pavi (Lottie's brain had finally registered the figure's identity) stated calmly, placing his hand on her calf. "I-a did not mean to startle you."

"No, sorry I really shouldn't have been that scared," Lottie snickered at her reaction. She instantly regretted both the laughter and the quick movements … holy shit my body. Pavi watched as the woman visibly sagged against a mountain of pillows.

"I-a would apologize for-a my brother but-a what is the point? He will-a likely do it again and I-a won't stop it." Pavi looked Lottie directly in the eyes as he told her the truth; he wasn't going to make the situation anything it wasn't. He didn't like to watch his brother brutalize women or men, but he didn't care enough to get involved. Lottie was no exception. He may enjoy her company and eventually her body, but that was it. Pavi was Pavi: a self-absorbed, mostly vacuous, shit.

"Why the hell do you think I would expect anything else? Shit, I may daydream my life away but I know how the real world works." Lottie returned angrily. She wasn't a dumb fuck, people didn't magically change their characteristics for the right (gag) person. As much as people wanted to, needed to, believe that they were the centre of someone's individual universe and vice versa it just wasn't true … a fairy tale romance was just that, a fairy tale.

Pavi smirked approvingly. He knew, in that moment, that Lottie could survive the Largo family and anyone else. She would never delude herself, never read more into a situation than what was before her very eyes. She knew no one would ride in on a white horse to save her. She had to save herself. And even then, she knew that was a slim possibility. She-a really is an interesting one.

"Very well. Anyway, I-a really came here to see if-a you were up to a fuck before the event," he bluntly transitioned.

Lottie let out a sound between a seal barking and a dying creature, clutching her ribs. "Can you try not to make me laugh? Besides, does it really matter what my answer is?"

"I would-a never take an-a unwilling partner … not that that has-a ever happened."

"I guess I can believe that. You're not as much of a jerk as I thought you'd be. I mean, my body is pretty fucked up right now though ..."

Pavi was slightly annoyed by his brother. How-a dare he ruin my fun. Pavi was horny as hell and unable to fully vent. Not that he wasn't going to fuck her, but he couldn't try some of the moves he had fantasized about due to her body's state. I-a guess I'll-a have to settle. Pavi slowly crawled up the bed towards Lottie and winked as he laid beside her. He smiled as she turned her body towards his and pushed the covers off of her form. Lottie maneuvered her body closer to Pavi's until her nipples grazed his chest with each breath. Pavi ran his hand down her side and fisted the bottom of the t-shirt dress, pulling it up and coaxing her to aid him in its removal. His eyes feasted on the sight of her body as it was revealed to him; rounded hips that tapered into a petite waist, swelling out again into a delicate ribcage topped with large, rounded breasts. The lovely picture was somewhat marred by the myriad of black and deep purple bruises, but overall Pavi was very satisfied indeed. He placed his hand on her hip – stopping to briefly rub circles on the velvety flesh and watch as goosebumps erupted – and slowly moved it backwards, grabbing a handful of her glorious ass.

"Well Lottie, I-a have been wondering this and I-a think I'm-a correct in assuming you are a virgin."

"What gave it away, my extreme lack of appeal or total aloofness?"

Pavi chuckled at her deadpan remark while he inwardly cheered, he hadn't had the opportunity of training a virgin in a while. This is-a going to be fun.

"Would-a you prefer the mask on or-a off?"

Lottie was momentarily taken off guard by the considerate query. Pavi seemed to understand her thought process and smiled.

"I-a ask all of my partners, remember I-a am a man of mutual pleasure."

"It might be easier with it off. I mean if I'm going to be kissing you," Lottie scrunched her nose in thought, "do you even like kissing? Anyways, it would probably be easier if I didn't feel the other flesh."

"Oh there-a will be kissing. Amongst other a-mouth actions."

"Okay cool. I would give my usual preamble about virgin awkwardness blah de blah blah, but I'm sure you're more than aware of that and, not to stroke your ego too much, you're probably the best person to show me what to do and how to do it."

"You are-a not wrong."

"Well then," Lottie began awkwardly, "Let's get this show on the road."

"Ah how-a sexy," Pavi replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he began to remove his mask.

"Please stop making me laugh!" Lottie cried, clutching her stomach. She hurriedly sobered as Pavi placed his other face on her bedside table. She had never seen the man with his true face on. That looks painful. His skin was the permanent red of a healing wound and the flesh was raised into a series of lines, as if it were exposed muscle rather than skin. Lottie, not for the first time, wondered why Pavi had started wearing faces over his own. His natural features, well those she could make out, seemed attractively composed so why …? Whatever Lottie, it's not like he's here to tell you his freaking life story. He's here to fuck you.

And with that thought in her mind, she reached out and caressed his cheek. Pavi placed a hand on top of hers and tilted his head so his lips pressed against her palm, keeping eye contact the entire time. He continued the kiss up her arm, her shoulder, neck, jawline, and finally planted his lips against her own. Pavi coaxed her mouth into a surprisingly gentle kiss, leading her movements. She is-a not the best kisser but it is-a clearly from a lack of practice.

Now folks, sorry to interrupt but I would like to clarify that Lottie has indeed gotten much better at kissing. In fact, she is a bit of a pro. How do I know, you ask? Well that would be ruining our story …

Pavi ran his hand down her side and happily returned it to its previous position on her ass. He deepened the kiss, maintaining a very gentle, slow pace. He licked down her chin to her jaw and began kissing and sucking the juncture below her ear, listening for her response. Lottie's breathing became laboured and he felt her hands slide up his chest and begin to undo the buttons of his blouse. He quickly moved back and shrugged out of the top, throwing it to the floor. Pavi rolled back towards Lottie and was met with her mouth on his neck. She left a trail of butterfly kisses down towards his chest.

"A little harder," Pavi coached, licking his lips.

Lottie obliged and began to suck and bite his chest, finding a nipple and drawing it into her mouth. She tentatively nibbled the bud and Pavi's moan encouraged her. She bit harder and rolled his nipple with her tongue. She soon moved to the other side, giving the other bud equal attention. Pavi began to return in kind, alternatively pinching her nipples into reddened peaks and massaging her breasts. He removed one of his hands to grab her own, dragging it down and placing it on his straining erection. Lottie began to roughly stroke his member through his pants.

"Slower, ah yes that's-a nice. Now apply less-a pressure, as if you are not even-a touching me."

Lottie adjusted accordingly and Pavi shivered at the feather light touches caressing his manhood. He quickly licked the fingers on his right hand and too directed his touch to Lottie's lower body. He lightly stroked her clit and instantly felt her freeze.

"I've never been touched down there," Lottie shrilly stated, looking at Pavi with a bright red face.

"You have-a never masturbated?"

"No."

"Do not-a be embarrassed. It is-a perfectly okay to enjoy this," He resumed stroking and felt a jolt of arousal as he watched her mouth open and her eyes flutter shut.

"Please-a continue with your hand," Pavi instructed, lowering his face to draw her into another, more passionate kiss. Lottie, seemingly to equal the playing field, unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his thighs. He felt her fingers tickle his erection and pulled back.

"You will-a need some lube unless you-a want to chafe me."

"Er, right, sorry about that."

Pavi quickly removed his pants, grabbed lubrication from one of his pockets, poured some into Lottie's hand and his own, and resumed his previous actions. Both were soon lost in the feel of each other's bodies, mouths, hands. Pavi slipped his hand down and experimentally inserted a finger into her core. Her muscles tightened around the digit and Lottie gasped, squeezing Pavi's dick. Pavi hissed with pleasure and began to pump his finger in and out, finding she best reacted to a fast pace. He soon added another digit and hooked them as he pumped.

"Oh wow," She moaned into his mouth.

Lottie increased the speed of her movements as well, bringing her other hand down to massage his balls. Their fervour intensified and both were soon raising their hips in response. Pavi felt as if he was going to explode, her hands felt so perfect around his cock. But the fun has-a just begun. Abruptly, he slowed his ministrations.

"H-huh?" Lottie blurted, disrupted by the shift.

"I-a believe we," Pavi bit his bottom lip as Lottie traced the tip of his member, "should-a prolong the moment."

"Yes master." Lottie looked up from under her lashes as she made the comment, licking her lips as she ran her finger the length of his manhood.

"Why-a you," Pavi warned, grabbing Lottie's hand to stop her actions.

Pavi pinned her hands above her head as he positioned himself so he was straddling her. He slowly released her as he leaned his head towards her chest and began to kiss her breasts, stopping to tease either nipple with his tongue. He scrapped his teeth over the sensitive buds and smiled as she let out breathy gasps. Surprisingly, she-a is a rather quiet. He trailed kisses down her stomach, until he was positioned at her core.

Lottie let out a nervous giggle, attempting to close her legs. "Uhh… Pavi –"

Pavi pushed open her legs as far as she could spread and roughly licked the length of her slit, skillfully maneuvering his tongue.

"OH!"

That's-a what I thought. He continued his actions, alternating between teasing licks and sucking her inner lips. He tentatively inserted his tongue, watching as she threw her head back and covered her face with her hands. He increased his rhythm, bringing his tongue fully out and making sure to tease her lips before reinserting the appendage. He matched the movements of Lottie's bucking hips and felt her thigh muscles tense under his hands. She is-a close.

"P-Pavi I ah~ I?" Lottie panted, unable to fully express herself.

Pavi quickly moved his mouth to her clit, flicking it with his tongue. Lottie let out a choked sound and Pavi felt her climax. He returned his mouth to her core, licking her flowing juices.

"Holy shit." Lottie dazedly stated, collapsing against the bed.

Pavi trailed kisses back up her stomach and chest, stopping to look her in the face. If possible, his erection intensified at the sight. Her cheeks were blotched with the blood flow, her eyelids were drooping with tears clinging to the bottom lashes, and her plump lips were parted in muted surprise. Pavi's ego grew tenfold. He licked her lips, unable to resist their temptation.

"I-a think now it's-a time to move onto the main event."

Pavi swiftly lifted Lottie so she was sitting atop him, reversing their previous arrangement. He leaned over the side of the bed and pulled out a condom from his pant pocket. Pavi expertly rolled it on and laid back.

"I-a want you to-a ride me."

"You want me on top? Are you fucked?" Lottie cried, planting her hands on Pavi's chest to keep her balance.

"Not-a yet."

"Oh ha ha."

Pavi grabbed Lottie's hips and began to lift her lower body. She momentarily glared at him, yet followed suit and was soon hovering over the tip of his member. Lottie slowly began to lower herself, holding her breath in anticipation. Pavi guided her and she was caught off guard by the very foreign sensation of something filling her. She haltingly ground her hips down and stopped when half of his length was in her. She had never felt like this, so stretched and uncomfortable. And yes there was some pain, but not like she had heard others talk of. Pavi, mercifully, allowed her to continue at her own pace. She pushed downwards again and felt a kind of barrier … well bye bye virginity, she thought as her hymen broke and she slid down the rest of the way. She looked at their interlocking bodies and watched as a small trickled of blood flowed over the side of Pavi's thigh. Pavi's eyes rolled back and his cock twitched as he was completely sheathed. She is-a so tight.

"Can I just say –"

"Can-a you just shut up?"

Lottie laughed hard and clutched her stomach, gasping. Yes there was pain, but the movement of her body had also reignited that feeling she had had when Pavi was … Lottie tentatively rolled her hips and felt Pavi's hands squeeze her sides. That's probably a good sign, right? She raised her hips up and clumsily lowered herself down again. Determined, she continued the motions until she found a steady rhythm. Lottie began to roll her hips with each thrust, occasionally stopping to grind against Pavi.

"Faster," Pavi moaned, bringing his hips up to meet Lottie's.

He helped lift the woman, moving her hips to guide her motions and intensify their pleasure. Pavi watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust and licked his lips. He felt her thigh muscles tense and began to thrust harder, grinding into her and ensuring he hit her most sensitive spot. Their bodies beaded with sweat and the air was once again filled by lusty sighs and moans. Lottie felt the building pressure in her lower abdomen and knew she was close. Pavi, sensing it as well, brought a hand to her clit and stimulated the bud. He felt her inner walls close like a vice around his cock.

"Oh-a my!" Pavi moaned as he came, the stimulation of her orgasm fluttering around his member too much for him.

They road out each other's orgasms, slowing down and eventually stopping as each was spent. Pavi felt Lottie's body sag against his and he gently pulled out of her, discarding the used condom. She had been a good fuck. While clearly inexperienced, she responded well to his guidance and did not make the same mistake twice. Pavi smiled to himself as he slid her body off his. He redressed and turned as he reached the door. Lottie was laying under the covers, looking out the window with an unreadable expression on her face. Her wristband suddenly sounded, breaking the mood. Amber's face appeared.

"Come to my room in under 2 minutes or face the consequences."

"Oh shit!" Lottie cried as she scrambled out of bed and threw on the t-shirt dress, not bothering to find undergarments.

Pavi opened the door for the frantic woman. "You had-a better not keep my-a sister waiting."

The small, heavily bruised form hurtled past him and almost tumbled over as it took a sharp turn down the hallway. Yet, Pavi swore he heard the woman say she'd rather fuck him again as she exited the room. He laughed to himself, closing the door on the previous scene.

…

Lottie practically fell into Amber's room in her haste to be on time. She could not afford another punishment that day. Lottie knew she was still riding the Pavi high – oh ew did I actually just think that? – but she could feel her deep body ache returning.

"You just made it on time. Come here and sit on my bed."

"Yes mistress Amber."

Lottie sat on the bed beside Amber, angling her body so she was facing the Largo heiress. Amber reached out and grabbed either side of Lottie's face, turning it from side to side.

"It's not awful … my people can probably work with this," Amber muttered to herself.

Amber moved to the hem of the t-shirt dress and began pulling it upwards. Lottie grit her teeth and contemplated punching the woman in the face. Instead, she obediently raised her arms, allowing Amber to pull the dress over her head. Amber scrutinized her naked form.

"Stand up."

Lottie obeyed, standing in front of Amber with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Turn, I need to see every angle."

Lottie began to turn in a slow circle, resisting the urge to roll her eyes into another dimension. She stopped as she faced Amber again, unsure how to proceed.

"Well what was I expecting really? The bruises we can cover up but that body. Sad tits, giant waist line, small butt, short stumpy legs, and large arms. You really should try for some elective surgery." Amber stated bluntly.

Ah good old Amber Sweet … that massive bitch. I'm sure you will all agree with me when I say jealousy is a nasty shade, but Amber wore it nonetheless. I'd advise the viewers to believe the descriptions made by other, superior members of this tale …

Lottie felt the edges of her mouth twitch. Just calm down Lottie, don't let this cunt get to you, take it like a woman.

"A wonderful suggestion mistress Amber, perhaps I'll make an inquiry with your father."

"Whatever. We better start getting ready now, my people will need at least 2 hours with you."

What the fuck is this bitch talking about? Wait … didn't Pavi say something about an event? But what event? That little shit didn't even have the decency to tell me what was happening … oh no Lottie he'll fuck you, but god forbid he tell you the details about your own life. Amber read the confusion on Lottie's face and began to laugh.

"You stupid bitch," She began in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Tonight is the opening of the new opera house. It's only been advertised for the last two months, but no big deal. Blind Mag," Amber spit out the name with as much venom as a viper, "will be doing the honours and daddy wants the family there to appease the press."

How could I forget? Lottie was a big fan of blind Mag and had been ecstatic about her upcoming appearance. It had been almost 17 years since the songstress had been seen in public, rumours claiming she was in mourning, and Lottie had dreamed about attending the event. Just not in such a manner. Well this is … exciting?

"And I?" Lottie began, looking at Amber.

"Will be escorting me. Your job will be to make me look better. And do anything I ask of you along the way."

"Yes mistress Amber."

"Enough talk. Time to get ready."

Amber grabbed Lottie's hand and led her out of her room. Well what the fuck ever its not like I need clothes or anything, Lottie thought as she was dragged down the hallways naked. She followed Amber to an area of the mansion she had yet to explore, which wasn't entirely shocking considering she had only been there for 2ish days. Lottie again took note of the insane amount of doors and swore she heard a man's screams coming from one room as they turned a corner. Let's just pretend that was a pain induced delusion. She suddenly bumped into Amber's back as the woman stopped walking. Lottie peeked her head out from behind Amber and froze … Luigi.

"Get out of my way brother."

"What are you doing with that cunt?" Luigi spat, temper flaring.

"None of your business, move."

Luigi drew his knife and Lottie pulled Amber behind her. She may dislike the woman, but this was her job.

"Think you can take me bitch? Did you already forget our fun in the kitchen?"

"I cannot allow you to hurt mistress Amber."

"I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT SLUT!" Luigi screamed, lunging.

Lottie closed her eyes and braced herself for the stab … and yet she felt no (well no more) pain. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Luigi sprawled on the floor clutching his crotch and swearing. She turned her head and watched Amber lower her stiletto clad foot. Well shit Amber maybe you have a heart after all.

"I have a time limit Luigi, you see what I'm fucking working with so can you leave me the fuck alone!?" Amber yelled, dragging Lottie over the prone form and towards their destination.

Nope, still no heart. But hey at least I got away from the psycho. They made several more turns before finally reaching their destination. Amber pushed Lottie into a room at the end of a particularly long hallway and slammed the door behind her.

"Welcome Amber, what can we do for you today?" An extremely ripped bodyguard asked.

"I need the stylists for tonight."

"Right away," the man turned and walked towards the back of the room – Lottie realized she was standing in an extravagant looking salon – and disappeared behind a curtain.

2 slim figures instantly emerged from the curtained area. Lottie watched as the 2 flamboyant men approached Amber and gave her quick pecks on either cheek. I never knew the Largo's had stylists.

"Amber honey what can we do for you today?"

"I have a black-tie event tonight with the family so I need to look the part. But make sure there's something fun underneath I have business later." Amber flippantly stated, seating herself at a salon chair. "Oh and do what you can with her," she lazily waved her hand towards Lottie.

The brunette stylist started washing Amber's hair, leaving the blonde man to eye up Lottie. He sped towards her and started circling like a vulture. He grabbed her hair, breasts, waist, ass … boy this guy is getting a free fucking ride … he even ran his hands down her legs.

"Okay pal, what the fuck are you doing?" Lottie demanded as he ran his hands back up into her inner thighs.

"I'm just getting a feel for the canvas," he purred, withdrawing his hands and winking.

"Oh very funny, how about we lay off the touching."

"Girl I'm not interested in what you've got to offer if you catch my drift."

"That's fine, but it doesn't give you the right to touch me."

"Duly noted. Please sit in this chair," the man conceded.

Lottie sat down in the plush salon chair and closed her eyes as he began to wash her hair. Hmmmm this is nice. His skilled fingers massaged her scalp, alternatingly lathering and rinsing. Lottie felt the rush of water cease and be replaced with a plush towel. The stylist quickly toweled her hair and started cutting.

"I haven't seen you around the mansion before," the stylist began, clearly trying to improve the situation between the two of them.

"I just started work yesterday."

"I can tell you've already met Luigi."

"That obvious huh?" Lottie snorted and her ribs screamed in pain.

"Just a bit." He stopped talking to blow-dry her hair. The conversation resumed as he began curling. "Do you want to know the trick to Luigi?"

"There's a fucking trick?! Please tell me, I can't afford anymore playdates."

The stylist laughed at her outlandish statement. "Luigi is actually a really sensitive guy. He uses his anger to cover his insecurity and if you can break past it he'll usually end up crying. I'd suggest showing him a kindness."

"Are you insane? What am I going to do? Impale myself on his knife for a hug? I mean I'll try it, but if I die it's on you." Lottie smiled as she heard the stylist guffaw.

"Girl you're hilarious."

"I try."

The man moved from her hair to her face and started on her makeup. He chattered on about his experience with the Largo family. Lottie learned that he had come to work for the mansion almost 3 years ago. He had been hired on as the personal stylist of Rotti, but had soon taken on the entire family as clients. He enjoyed the benefits of the job – free elective surgeries whenever wanted or needed. He also enjoyed his access to zydrate, using it recreationally every once in a while.

"There can be some pretty wild staff parties and you should really join us sometime. Anyways, you're all done! Now we just need an outfit."

He turned Lottie's chair around so she could face the mirror. It was at this moment that Lottie realized she wasn't been wearing her glasses. How the fuck did I not notice I couldn't fucking see? Oh, maybe the non-stop adrenaline kick you've been on? I know I had them this morning … did someone take them after the Luigi incident?

"I'd say good job but I can't see a damn thing without my glasses," Lottie laughed, clutching her stomach.

"Wait one second," the stylist ran behind the curtained area and returned with a small box, "here put these on."

Lottie opened the container and saw a pair of the Largo patented universal contacts. She knew they permanently adhered to the eyes as a kind of organic technology, adjusting overtime for any change in the wearer's prescription. She also knew these contacts cost 1.5 million dollars.

"I can't pay this off, but thanks." Lottie shoved the box back into the stylist's hands.

"Consider it a gift from me from the Largo's. Just return the favour at some point." He winked, returning the contacts.

"If you can get me back into my room I can repay you right now."

"I think I can manage that," The stylist walked into the other room where Amber had disappeared.

"Holy fuck I can't believe I'm about to never need glasses again."

The man soon returned and gave Lottie a thumbs-up, indicating that they could proceed with their plan. He thoroughly washed his hands, put on a pair of gloves, and took the box from Lottie. He bent over and skillfully inserted the lenses. Lottie blinked and watched as the room came into a crisp focus. My god this is amazing. She looked toward the salon mirror and watched her own mouth fall open in shock. Her hair was styled into an elegant wavy bob stopping at her jaw-line. Oh, and it was suddenly a bright bubble gum pink. No big deal. She had an intricate black cat eye that blended into her crease, creating an intense black smoky eye. The stylist had popped gold glitter onto her eyelid and bottom lash-line, giving the look a glamorous feel. He had also contoured, blushed, and highlighted her face to perfection and she felt she looked like an ethereal goddess. Finally, her lips were a solid gold sparkle, tying the makeup together.

"When the fuck did you dye my hair?"

"I used the Largo instant dye shampoo. Do you like it?"

"Yeah it's really nice!" Lottie turned her head, admiring the shimmer of the pink. "And this makeup, just wow."

"Why thank you. Anyways, let's get you dressed. I told Amber it would be best if we started in your closet so let's go to your room."

Lottie led the stylist out of the salon and down a series of hallways. As they were walking, Lottie realized she was exhausted. Her body felt heavier than it had when she first woke up and the simple act of putting one foot in front of another was becoming a chore. She sighed as she opened her door, tonight was not going to be fun. Lottie gratefully flopped onto her bed as the stylist went through her closet.

"Ah this is perfect!"

Lottie sat up and saw that he had pulled out a floor length gown. The dress was beautiful. It had a high neck and was completely see-through with slits up either leg. Over the peach coloured mesh were a series of golden straps that overlapped to provide minimal coverage. The man quickly pulled out a golden thong and sparkly gold stilettos. He laid the outfit on the bed for Lottie.

"I don't think I've actually worn real clothes since I got here."

"I've never seen you wear clothes so," The stylist laughed.

Lottie looked down at her still naked body. Oh shit, I totally forgot I wasn't wearing anything.

"You just wait here for a second, I need to grab something from the salon," and with that the man was gone.

Lottie looked over the outfit one more time, shook her head with an incredulous smile, and walked over to her bedside table. She pulled open the drawer and saw the 2 vials of zydrate the Repo Man had given her. She placed 1 on the bed for the stylist and walked to her closet with the other. She found a sparkly gold clutch that matched her shoes and placed the vial inside. I have the fucking strangest feeling I'm going to need this tonight. She returned to her bed just as the man opened the door. That was really fucking fast. He walked towards her holding a small container of gold leaf, a brush, and body glue.

"I thought we could dress up those nips."

"Please never say anything like that again."

The stylist laughed as he applied the glue and then strategically pressed down the gold leaf. I have fucking golden nipples. What has my life become? Satisfied with his work, he helped Lottie into the dress and shoes.

"Perfection."

"I wouldn't say that around Amber. Maybe go on about how hard it was to make me look even remotely decent, how you wish you could've styled her."

"Jealous much?"

"I don't know why. Amber may be a lot of awful things, but she's gorgeous."

"True."

Lottie grabbed the zydrate from the bed. "Here, your gift."

The stylist squealed, taking the vial. "How thoughtful, I'm going to have fun tonight!"

"At least one of us will," Lottie sighed, picking up her clutch and steeling herself for the evening.

The stylist led Lottie out of the room and back towards the salon. Amber was impatiently tapping her foot as they entered.

"About fucking time. I knew it'd take a while for her, but I don't like being kept waiting."

"Sorry Amber, but I did have a lot to fix. If I had been working with you it would have been so much easier," The stylist stated dramatically, winking at Lottie.

Amber calmed with the flattering statement. She looked Lottie over and grimaced but said nothing.

"Come on, it's time to go."

Lottie followed Amber out into the front courtyard where Pavi and Luigi were waiting for the family car.

"Looks like daddy went by himself." Amber almost sounded … disappointed as she came to this realization.

Lottie looked at the other woman and thought she may have briefly glimpsed the daughter within Amber Sweet. The revelation was short lived as Amber turned to take her anger out on Luigi, purposefully riling him up into an argument. At the same time, Lottie felt her body being pulled back and pressed flush against a man's chest.

"Why hello Pavi, it seems you're rather excited," She pressed her rear into his erection as she made her comment.

"You-a look stunning," He purred into her ear, snaking his hands around her torso to grab her breasts.

The sleek black Largo limousine pulled into the courtyard and Pavi disengaged, moving to enter the vehicle behind his siblings. Lottie waited as the Largo children settled and placed her leg into the car. What was going to happen now?

I'm sorry for the late update, but I fell into a bit of a slump near the beginning of this chapter. I managed to overcome the road block though and, as you can see, wrote a very long chapter. In the next chapter you can look forward to more GraveRobber, the introduction of Blind Mag, and the first appearance of Shilo! Comments are always welcomed!