I would become Eros Velmior Desiderion: King of California, master of flesh and power, architect of taboo.
Every scream, every whispered name, every luxurious gasp wouldn't just be indulgence—it would be information. Influence disguised as intimacy, conquest dressed as ecstasy. By morning, alliances would have formed, reputations subtly bent, and the city would shift another degree in my favor.
I wouldn't just throw parties. I would orchestrate orgies of ambition and lust, each one a rehearsal for the empire I would rule—a kingdom where every heart would beat at my command, and every body in the room would be a capital investment in pleasure, politics, and power.
And somewhere in the background, Tommy would mutter, "Dude… I think you just invented a new form of capitalism."
I would smile. "Kid, I am not inventing anything. I am it! I am an embodiment of everything I represent!"
But all this came with enough planning and work and the first one was;
