Mag stood at the door, holding onto the railing installed along the wall. She couldn't see Marni leave for her date, but she could feel her leave. Clad in a tight fitting black gown, Marni looked ready to go on a date, but inside she was preparing for war.

A black limo was waiting for Marni, and she slid in gracefully, looking back once more at a worried Mag. The door shut behind her and she found herself sitting right across from Rotti. She let the shawl fall from her shoulders as soon as she knew she had caught his attention. Her bare shoulders were revealed, and she could practically hear him swallow.

The shoulders were like cream, pale and beautiful. Her makeup was done in a way that made those luminescent eyes stand out more than ever, but what drew his attention the most was her figure in the dress. The way her body curved softly at the waist made him want to pull her into his arms. Her breasts, filled out the dress, and were sharply revealed by the plunging neckline. And those well…they made him want to do unspeakable things.

Of course, that was the purpose of the dress. It was Marni's form of 'persuasion'. It is a known fact that it is easier to win an argument if the other party is distracted. That dress made him thoroughly distracted.

The ride to the restaurant was simple, and pleasant. Rotti talked of nothing but his kids, and his wealth. He went on and on, and Marni (martyr that she was) nodded as if she was interested.

Like a perfect gentleman, he offered her his arm. Although fabric separated their flesh, just the warmth that radiated from her arm was enough to make him nervous and excited, all at the same time. Marni, of course, was completely oblivious to his perverse thoughts and only concentrated on being as 'persuasive' as she could possibly be. Her friend's sight was on the line here.

Rotti ordered for her, of course. Marni was shocked at the high prices on the menu, but didn't even say a word. Free food was always welcome to her, and the fact that it was in this fancy restaurant only made it better.

Rotti watched her eat whenever he knew she wasn't aware, and even when she was aware that he was watching he stared. He watched her chew, slowly, delicately, licking her lips to savor the flavor. She couldn't know how much that turned him on.

He just watched, and watched, want and need building up inside of him. This lust was almost too much to bear. When at last, he couldn't take it anymore, he nodded subtly to the waiter standing in the corner. The waiter replied with a nod, equally as unnoticeable, and went into the kitchen.

Minutes passed, and soon, the waiter came back out with a two glasses of wine. He placed each before the two with a smile and a bow. He backed away, so as to give the two space.

Rotti raised his glass with an ironic smile.

"A toast."

Marni returned the smile, and swirled the glass with one hand, making Rotti's heart skip a beat.

"To?"

"Would it be too early to make it for us?"

Rotti was pushing, he knew it, but he wanted her. He wanted her badly and he was going to get her without a doubt.

Without saying a word, she held up the glass in neither agreement nor disapproval of the toast. Rotti could barely contain his smirk as the glasses clinked together. He took a sip, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She took a sip, and blinked, dazed.

"I…I'm sorry." She said with a dizzy laugh. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm probably just tired."

He nodded in reply, and gestured back at the glass.

"You mustn't let that go to waste."

She agreed with a murmur, taking another sip. She set it down and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"I…I don't feel very good. Maybe we can postpone the rest of the date for another time?"

His grin stayed well hidden as he nodded solemnly.

"Of course. Please." He said gallantly. "Allow me to take you home."

She nodded in a drunken manner, standing as she did. Rotti stood as well, helping her back to the limo. He opened the door for her, and bowed her in. He was rewarded with a thankful smile and the tingling, lustful feeling of her hand upon his.

Unable to contain it any longer, he slid into the limo, smirking. Marni noticed this.

"Is something funny?"

Rotti didn't answer. He only stared at her, as if he were a wolf looking over a helpless lamb. His lustful gaze travelled her body, and she glanced out the window, feeling awkward under his scrutiny.

"This isn't the way back to Mag's…"

His smirk grew bigger, and then she knew.

"No…no! Please, no!"

She looked so horrified. Was he really that undesirable? Any woman would give her soul to be in Marni's place, but Marni herself didn't want him. That just made him want her more.

"No, no!" She turned to open the door, only to find it securely locked from the front seat.

"Listen to me Marni," he pleaded gently. "I think we have a future together…"

"Please don't make me do this!"

Although she had talked a big game with Mag, when the time came for her to go through with then plan, she was too scared to do anything. All she knew was that every fiber of her being told her no.

Rotti was becoming impatient. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. But it just seemed that nothing was working, and he certainly wasn't a rapist. He was then struck by an incredible idea.

"Your friend, Miss. Defoue…Mag. I can help her you know."

No. He wasn't. If he did, she would have no choice but to agree to sleep with him.

"I can give her new eyes, ones that are even better than the ones we were born with. Although nothing can compare to your eyes, my dear."

Inside, she cringed at the pet name, just wanting to curl up in a ball and pretend that she had never had the idea to get free surgery by seducing Rotti. But she knew what she had to do.

"If I sleep with you, then you'll give Mag eyes?"

"No, I don't just want your body!" he declared. "I want you to stay with me until I become tired of you. That is all."

That last comment gave her hope. If he grew tired of her, then she would be able to escape from his grasp. But for this one night….for this one time, she would give herself to him. She would allow herself to be captured, so that Magdalene could finally obtain her dream of being able to see.

Deep inside though, she was still fighting against him. This disgusting man who stared too much. But no. She had to think of Mag. Her best friend. Mag would finally be able to see! She would know what colors were, what art was. She would finally know Marni by face and not only by sound. She would be able to read, and do so much. She had to do it…for Mag.

"It's a deal."

NOTE

Next chapter: Smut that sounds like rape. So yeah. Just a warning to you. This chapter was written when the poor emo child was tired, so it sucks. I kind of got into it in the end, but the way to it was like hell. So…meh T-T g'night.