Eleanor's POV
"That's a good choice," Keith said, his voice a low rumble that felt like a final seal on my fate.
Then, they left. The three of them filed out of my room, and as the door clicked shut, a strange, hollow feeling bloomed in my chest. It was as if some vital part of me had followed them out, leaving an odd silence in its wake.
I finally had my room back to myself. So why did it feel so empty?
What have I done?
I just agreed to… bond with them. Meanwhile, I already have not one, but three personal male entertainers at the strip club. This is bad. This is a catastrophe. I shouldn't have agreed.
I can't lose my entertainers. I haven't even acted out half of my wilder fantasies yet. What kind of ridiculous, impossible dilemma have I thrown myself into?
