The one who snagged the spot as that "special someone" was Philip von Ansbach, a marquis of the Empire.
I couldn't help wondering if the nouveau riche merchant who clung on till the bitter end had drawn any bad blood with his flashy antics, but hey, that's not my problem to worry about.
After all, notoriety beats obscurity any day.
And it's not just him—the plan is to pitch myself to everyone who stuck around near the end, one by one. That was announced right after the winning bid.
Since he wanted to have me right away, we headed together to a love hotel picked from the shortlist of options.
It wasn't just a bedroom and spacious bath; this high-end spot came with bondage frames and restraints too.
Of course, they had a stockpile of aphrodisiacs on hand.
We were in for a long, steamy night—plenty of time to go round after round, no matter how many times he finished.
For now, we'd stick to "Marquis" and "you," but once things heated up, we could switch it up as the mood struck.
The Marquis wasn't blessed with looks or a slim build—he carried some extra weight—but his mind was a force of nature.
He excelled in estate management, business investments, and even contributions to national politics, all at an elite level.
He could easily afford plastic surgery, but as he put it:
"This insecurity about my appearance? It's the fuel that's driven my success.
Plus, those imperfections are my secret weapon—they create openings others don't see."
Damn, I could seriously fall for him.
No, stop it. I've turned my back on the ordinary woman's happiness—I'm destined to be the fantasy fuel for countless men, their go-to for getting off...
Once we got to the room, his house maids helped me out of the dress.
Down to just my panties, my 92G-cup breasts were finally set free.
"Sorry for the wait—feel free to start by admiring these breasts."
"They're not just big; the shape is breathtakingly beautiful, with those pale pink nipples that have this translucent glow. Everything about them is perfect.
Truly magnificent tits."
"I'm flattered you think so—I take pride in them myself.
And I'm grateful for the luck in my face too."
Thanks to the maids' help, I'd kept up with my beauty routine flawlessly.
...Though back then, those same maids had their fun ogling and groping me too—it's a funny memory now.
I'd be up for trying things with women if the chance comes up.
I climbed onto the bed, stuck out my bare feet, and wiggled my toes playfully.
"Here's my first secret kink.
I actually love moving my toes like this.
I haven't even told my maids.
In those quiet moments alone after they'd left for the night, I'd practice pinching things with them and all sorts of tricks. I've gotten pretty dexterous.
Is it a sensitive spot? I don't know... but if you'd like, could you lick each toe one by one?"
"So this is a first—even sharing it—and I'm the lucky guy who gets to hear it?
Intriguing. Count me in."
"If you're into footjobs, I can do that too, but wouldn't you rather lick them before things get messy?"
"Such thoughtfulness—impressive. One of so many firsts; I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Once the conversation paused, it was time for the lower half—I slipped off my shorts last.
The Marquis wasn't big on lingerie; "I much prefer what's underneath," he said.
I like that—straight to the point, just my style.
The maids gathered up the discarded dress and left, leaving behind a bag with a change of clothes.
He said casual wear was fine for the way back.
And just like that, it was just the two of us in the room—a man and a woman.
...Or would we turn into two wild animals before long?
Naked as the day I was born, I faced the Marquis.