Kalliope knew this place well, she had been here most of her life. She watched Kassandra, the favorite of the men, saunter into the waiting area and move towards one of the men. The man smiled a sideways grin, clearly having enjoyed the wine that was offered. He seemed to not believe his good for...
She touched Gaia’s gold chain that was clasped around her neck, and fingered her mother’s broach. Kalliope already felt strange in this new city, and she could tell that Priska, the owner of this unusual brothel, was not too impressed by her. She had scolded Orestes for bringing a “country idiot”...
Spyro hissed, grabbing her by the wrists and throwing her onto the bed.“Please!” Kalliope cried out, “Not so rough.”“But you like it rough,” Spyro whispered into her ear, as he pinned Kalliope to the bed and ran his hands over her exposed skin. “You look much more sophisticated now,” he murmured,...