[Because it's a few images then. The chair he's claimed in the library, the look of indifference on his face as Parisa kneels between his legs. One of the booths in The Otherworld, her shirt the only thing preserving their modesty as she rides him right there for all to see. The maze, a balcony, the dining room. It's image after image, both a threat and a promise rolled in to one. And every single one of them is underpinned by an aggression that Charles has barely even hinted at before.]
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[Because it's a few images then. The chair he's claimed in the library, the look of indifference on his face as Parisa kneels between his legs. One of the booths in The Otherworld, her shirt the only thing preserving their modesty as she rides him right there for all to see. The maze, a balcony, the dining room. It's image after image, both a threat and a promise rolled in to one. And every single one of them is underpinned by an aggression that Charles has barely even hinted at before.]
Lady's choice.