As Amani rose from the bed, a sharp pain shot through her wrist, radiating to her back. It was a side effect of the… substance. At the same time, that thing offered Amani protection, and she cherished it. It was a gift from her father, after all. But it also tended to feed off her, particularly in moments this, especially in moments like this when her little substance got really hungry. The pain was bound to exit soon, it usually took a couple of minutes, before it finished eating after she had sex. She reached down for her clothes, and she felt the slight urge to stagger, but Amani maintained her composure. She was Amani Ditto Monet after all,and Amani was always composed. Not to talk about the fact, she was accustomed to the hunger, that at times it felt like a slight pinch if she ignored it and took a rest and her medicine.
Yes, that was the plan- the plan for the remainder of her day, retreat back to her room for a leisure bubble bath, clear her mind for class and perhaps have a snack to let it feed more, so it shall be satisfied for weeks. The prospect of a quiet evening, seemed far more appealing to Amani than returning to the dullness of the party, and pretending to like the performances- oh right, Amani did not pretend to like any, she simple did nothing but take slight sips of the wine she drank as she listened to the commentary that the Headmaster said every single year and blocked her mind from the performances-. none of them seemed to be of any good, they were quite repetitive, the same thing she watched the first year, but for some reason it seemed the quality had gone down. It possibly had to do with the facts that; it did, she just did not pay attention or everyone’s mind was occupied with Miles North. But whatever it was, it was an embarrassment, especially since little Nessy was in it.
Before Amani could actually reach out for her clothes, she had been stopped again by Lux Luther’s heir the mysterious man. At that, Amani’s brow had arched, her expression a silent commentary on the interruption. The man seemed to have other plans, tugging her by the hand as if there was some pressing matter that required her immediate attention. Her eyes conveyed an unspoken annoyance, the raising of her brow more passive-aggressive than inquisitive, as if asking, *What the hell are you doing? * Leave me alone. It was all over. She hated it even more because he seemed to be intensifying her pain , as if the substance did not like him or more like the way he was holding her.
'And where are you-" He began, his voice laced with quite the confidence, making Amani roll her eyes at his next words. How cocky could one be? The hand that had been firmly on her wrist was now released, used to brush her hair from her face. His whispered words hung in the air, a reminder that the night was far from over. But instead of agreeing with his words, Amani smiled- it wasn’t a friendly smile, far from that, although it was quite sultry. Her lips parted, ready to whisper back a line, as she leaned into his ear, “And now,” Amani breathed out, her voice a velvety whisper, “It’s endi-” Before Amani could finish her words, the door swung open, interrupting their moment. “What the-” She blinked, about to cover herself, when the intruder began to speak.
Jesse , she thought, Oh, it was just him. There was no need to cover herself; , after all it was not like he had not seen it before. Instead, there was only a need to give him a bored look as he continued to speak. She had momentarily forgotten the fact that she texted him, but it would be a lie to say that she was not expecting this type of unfazed behavior from him. “Jesse,” Amani’s tone carried a note of caution, a subtle command for him to either keep quiet or make himself scarce and wait for her outside. However, Jesse, true to his carefree nature, paid little heed to the unspoken request. His eyes shifted to the masked man, and Amani could feel the tension in the stranger’s grip tightening, holding her more tightly, as if there was something about Jesse that he thoroughly disliked. Whatever it was, the pain seemed to be dropping.
For some reason, that made Amani quite amused, as her eyes darted from the two. He seemed to know Jesse, and Jesse, well, Jesse decided to play the showman. “Maybe Enigma would have been the better choice for you, you would fit in with that bubbling energy. Not a favorite certainly, you still need a lot of work on that showman thing.” It was said playfully, because after all, Amani could not help but to find herself quite amused at what she was feeling, especially since the pain seemed to be diluting.Interesting choice, Jesse had said, stifling laughter, though there was a hint of passive aggressiveness that made Amani think they definitely knew each other. She couldn’t resist a small smirk, realizing that the night had taken an unexpected turn. The masked man’s identity remained elusive, his face hidden behind the mask, but Amani couldn’t shake the feeling that she had seen him before. Her mind resisted the possibilities, unwilling to entertain certain ideas, because what if it was- no, it could not be, the substance would have told her if it was, giving her some kind of reaction.
Ignoring Jesse’s casual banter, Amani reached up, her fingers gently adjusting the mysterious man’s mask. As her fingers grazed his face, she looked into his eyes, trying to decipher the familiarity she felt. There was a nagging sense that she should recognize him, but the connection remained elusive. Amani leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, “Do I know you?” she whispered. Not who are you?, remove the mask, because, truthfully, she did not want to know who he was. There was something telling her not to, to live with the unknown for today. After all, with that boring party, Amani needed some entertainment, and knowing who the man was might just ruin the fun. Besides, she was hoping it was not who she thought it was, but there was no way for that, right?
Before he could respond, Amani pressed her lips against his in a brief, tantalizing kiss. It was a playful act, not necessarily driven by genuine affection but rather fueled by the desire to escalate the tension in the room and to have some fun. Perhaps the peeling hairline was right; Ok I will stop with the jokes, maybe the night was still quite young. A small devilish smile played on her lips, and she savored the palpable tension that lingered in the air. Pulling away, Amani turned her attention back to Jesse, I never knew you were a peeping tom, a voyeur,” Amusement was very evident in her voice, “Perhaps we shall not need you” She teased, her voice velvety mix of challenge and mockery. She turned towards the masked man, eyeing his still naked body up and down to his eyes, ignoring the stinging sensation in her back, “What do you think, are we going to need him?” She asked with a low voice, the corners of her lips twitching to a small smile and her eyes sparkling with suggestiveness, “Want to keep him entertained, or do I keep him entertained?” She whispered the last part into his ear. She pulled back, her fingers lightly traced the edge of his mask, “Very interesting choice indeed,” She said, turning to Jesse, referencing his words.
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