"the red light district,a land of desire,lust,beauty and fun,but most importantly it is both your cage and your home. and what's keeping you trapped here is your dept,the brothel owns you,and your only hope to get out is for someone to buy your contract...to buy you..."

"Tonight the madam of the brothel called for everyone to meet at the entrance...it seems like tonight you will all be entertaining a famous war general and his men"

"you stood there with the others,all dolled up to perfection,you could hear them whisper and gossip about the war general...Gozon was his name it seemed"

"but before you could drift off the doors opened,and all you could see was a large crowd of soidlers,all with huge smiles as they entered this enchanted brothel"

"do what you wish,but don't overspend,I'm not dragging any of you out of debt tonight"

"a voice boomed out... it was him,he stood over his soidlers,his eyes gazing around until he spotted...you...and he suddenly couldn't look away"

"Gozon's gaze locks onto yours, his black eyes piercing through you like a stormy night. A magnetic pull between you two in the midst of the bustling brothel. He sees the reluctance in your eyes, the desire to maintain control amidst the chaos. A silent understanding passes between you, an unspoken agreement that tonight will be different. His eyes linger on you, promising something more than just fleeting pleasure."

"Gozon watches the soldier with a scowl on his face, displeased by the man's lack of restraint. His eyes are locked on you, and he can feel his desire rising with each touch from the soldier. With one swift motion, he pushes the soldier away from you and steps in front of you, shielding you with his muscular body." "Back off, soldier," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "She belongs to me tonight."

"Gozon smirks at your fake smile, knowing that you're just putting up a facade to please the soldiers. He leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "What I would like is for you to stop pretending, Sybil. Let me take you away from this place and make you truly mine." He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and glances around, making sure that no one is watching the two of you too closely.

"Gozon's eyes darken with a mixture of desire and frustration. He grips your hand tighter, his touch both possessive and comforting." "No, not just a toy, Sybil. I want you as my partner, my equal. To share my bed and my life." He leans back slightly, his gaze searching yours for any sign of understanding or acceptance. "Will you let me free you from this place?"

"Gozon's expression softens, his intense gaze holding yours with unwavering sincerity." "Because from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something special about you, Sybil. You're not like the others here. There's fire in your eyes, a strength that draws me to you." He brushes a lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle yet filled with longing. He runs a hand through your hair gently, taking in the sensation of it against his fingertips. "I’m a war general. Even I know when I've found something worth fighting for."

"Gozon's eyes narrow as he follows your gaze towards the distraught girl and the mocking men. His jaw clenches with barely restrained anger." "I care not for the madam's opinion," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You deserve better than this, Sybil. Let me take you away from here, away from all of this." He reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch tender yet determined. "Say the word, and I will buy your contract. You'll be free to choose your own path."

"Gozon's eyes light up with a mixture of relief and determination as he hears your words. Without hesitation, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, shielding you from the prying eyes of the brothel. His touch is possessive yet gentle, a silent promise of protection and devotion." "Come with me, Sybil," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I'll make sure you never have to endure this place again." "He presses a tender kiss to your forehead, sealing the unspoken vow between you. With a determined glint in his eyes, he turns to face the madam, ready to negotiate your freedom."

"Gozon stands tall and unyielding as he faces the madam, his presence commanding and authoritative. He meets her glare with a steely gaze of his own, unwavering in his determination to free you from her grasp." "I'm here to buy Sybil's contract," he states firmly, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Name your price." "His tone brooks no argument, his eyes daring the madam to defy him."

"Gozon narrows his eyes at the madam's words, a flicker of anger passing through his gaze. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pouch of gold coins, jingling it in front of her." "I have no interest in haggling over your prized possession," he says icily, his voice laced with barely concealed fury. "Here is the price for Sybil's contract. Take it or leave it." "His tone brooks no argument as he tosses the pouch onto the table in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers."

"Gozon bristles at the madam's words, his anger barely contained. He takes a step forward, towering over her with his massive frame." "I know what I want, and it's not your opinion," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "Do not insult me by suggesting that I cannot handle Sybil." "His eyes lock onto hers, daring her to defy him further."

"Gozon cuts off the madam's words with a sharp gesture, his patience wearing thin." "Enough," he commands, his voice ringing out with authority. "Take the gold and release Sybil from her contract. That is all I require from you." "His tone brooks no argument, his eyes flashing with determination."

"Gozon watches the exchange with a mix of relief and satisfaction, his eyes never leaving you even as the madam makes her exit. He moves to your side, taking your arm gently to inspect the wound." "Are you alright, Sybil?" he asks softly, his concern genuine. "He turns to his soldiers and nods at them, signaling for them to get ready to leave with you. He looks back at you, his gaze softening." "We'll take you away from here, away from all of this."

"Gozon's expression softens as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with tenderness and warmth." "You don't need to thank me, Sybil," "he murmurs, his voice gentle. He reaches out to gently touch your cheek, his touch comforting yet filled with a silent promise of protection. He sees the pain on your face, his hand hovering over your wound." "Let me take care of that for you," he says gently, his voice low and soothing. He pulls out a small bottle of healing salve from his pocket*

"Gozon nods his head in understanding, realizing the significance of the scar to you." "As you wish, Sybil," he says softly, his voice filled with respect. "He looks at you with admiration, impressed by your strength and determination. He picks up your suitcase and offers you his arm, ready to take you away from this place." "Are you ready to leave?"

"Gozon offers you his arm, a protective gesture that fills you with a sense of warmth and safety. He leads you out of the brothel, his soldiers following closely behind. The streets outside are dimly lit, the shadows dancing around you as you walk." "I've arranged for us to stay at one of the best inns in the capital," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "You'll be safe there."

"The inn is grand and imposing, its facade adorned with intricate carvings and elegant arches. As you step inside, the air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers and burning candles, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Gozon leads you to the reception desk, where he arranges for a room for the two of you." "We'll have the finest accommodations," he assures you, his voice filled with pride. "He guides you to your room, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he opens the door for you." "I hope you'll be comfortable here, Sybil," he says softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty.

"Gozon watches you as you step out onto the balcony, a small smile playing on his lips as he sees the wonder in your eyes. He joins you, standing beside you as you take in the breathtaking view of the city below." "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he murmurs, his voice soft and reverent. "He stands close to you, his presence comforting yet respectful, allowing you to revel in the moment."

"Gozon wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he looks out at the city with you. He takes in the sounds and smells of the bustling capital, a sense of satisfaction filling him as he realizes that you're finally free from the confines of the brothel." "You deserve this, Sybil," he says softly, his voice laced with admiration. "To experience all that life has to offer, without fear or restraints."

"Gozon smiles down at you, his eyes filled with a warmth and tenderness that you find comforting." "No need to thank me, Sybil," he says gently, his voice low and soothing. "I promised to protect you, and I will keep that promise." "He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch feather-light and comforting." "Rest well tonight, Sybil. We have much to discuss in the morning."

"Gozon nods in agreement, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks." "Of course, Sybil," he says softly, his voice warm and reassuring. "I'll arrange for a bath to be drawn for you." "He gestures towards the door, signaling for one of his soldiers to come forward. The soldier bows low before him, waiting for his command." "Make sure that a bath is drawn for Lady Sybil," Gozon commands, his voice firm yet respectful. "And bring her anything she needs." "The soldier nods, rushing off to fulfill his duty."

"Gozon smiles softly at your gratitude, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth and sincerity that makes your heart flutter. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle yet possessive." "You're welcome, Lady Sybil," he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence. "Rest assured, I'll always be here to take care of you." "With a final reassuring smile, he steps back, giving you the space you need to prepare for your bath."

As you slip into the warm water, your body relaxes instantly. You sink down into the tub, feeling the hot water soothe your muscles and wash away the weariness of the day. The scent of the fragrant oils fills your nose, adding to the sense of relaxation that envelops you. You close your eyes, letting out a contented sigh as you begin to wash yourself clean.

As you emerge from the bath, the soft fabric of the robe envelops you in its warmth, comforting you like a gentle embrace. You notice Gozon lying on the bed, his eyes closed as he rests. His muscular form is relaxed, a sense of peace evident on his face. You can't help but admire the way the moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his features.

Gozon stirs slightly as you climb into the bed beside him, his eyes opening slowly. He looks at you for a moment, taking in your peaceful expression before turning onto his side to face you. "Are you feeling better, Sybil?" he asks softly, his voice low and soothing.

He smiles softly, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your cheek. "You're welcome, Sybil," he murmurs, his touch gentle yet possessive. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he speaks. "You should rest now. Tomorrow we have much to discuss”

As you drift off to sleep, a sense of peace washes over you, knowing that you're finally free from the confines of the brothel. And as you lay there in the warmth of the bed, with Gozon by your side, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future. You let yourself sink into the depths of sleep, content in the knowledge that you're safe and protected in his arms.

As you sit up, you notice that Gozon is nowhere to be seen. The room is bathed in soft morning light, casting a warm glow over the elegant furnishings. You can hear the faint sounds of the city drifting in through the open balcony doors, adding to the peaceful atmosphere. With a slight frown, you wonder where Gozon might have gone off to.

The dress fits you perfectly, accentuating your curves and making you feel elegant and beautiful. As you admire yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of Gozon's return. You adjust the dress slightly, ensuring that everything is just right before heading out to the balcony to await his arrival. The sun sets in the distance, casting a warm glow over the city as you watch, anticipation building in your chest.

As you turn towards the door, you see Gozon stepping into the room, his eyes widening in appreciation as they land on you. He takes in your appearance, his gaze lingering on the deep blue dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he approaches you, his eyes filled with admiration. "Sybil," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You look stunning."

Gozon chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I'm glad you like it," he says, his voice low and teasing. He steps closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "You look more beautiful every time I see you."

Gozon nods, his expression turning more serious as he meets your gaze. "Yes, there are matters that require our attention," he says, his voice grave yet determined. He gestures for you to join him on the balcony, where the fading light of the setting sun casts a warm glow over the city below.

Gozon nods, his expression grave yet compassionate. "I didn't buy your contract to own you, Sybil," he says softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I did it to free you from the confines of the brothel, and to ensure that you're safe and protected." He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "But there are matters of the state that require my attention, and I can't be here with you all the time." He pauses, his eyes meeting yours with determination. "That's why I'm offering you something else, something that will provide for you and ensure your safety even when I'm not around."

Gozon shakes his head, his expression firm. "I insist, Sybil," he says, his voice low and decisive. "I want to ensure your safety, and that you have the means to live a comfortable life." He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I'm offering you a position in my household, as my personal companion. You'll receive a generous salary, comfortable living quarters, and protection from anyone who might try to harm you."

Gozon reaches out to gently cup your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "You deserve this and more, Sybil," he says softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've endured so much, and it's time for you to have a chance at a better life." He gazes into your eyes, his expression filled with determination. "Please”

Gozon smiles at your agreement, his hand still cupping your cheek. "I promise to take good care of you, Sybil," he says softly, his voice filled with a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. "And I'll ensure that you're always safe and protected." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "From now on, you're mine," he whispers, the possessiveness in his tone sending shivers down your spine.

Gozon's gaze softens as he looks down at you, his hand still resting gently on your cheek. "As my companion, you'll be by my side," he explains, his voice low and reassuring. "You'll accompany me to social events, provide me with companionship, and support me in my duties as a general." He pauses, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "But more than that, you'll be my partner, my confidante, and my friend." He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "And if you'll allow it, perhaps even something more."

Gozon's gaze softens even further as he looks into your eyes, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "Yes, Sybil," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you'll have me, I want you to be more than just my companion. I want you to be my partner, my lover." He leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "I want to explore this connection between us, to see where it leads."

Gozon nods slowly, his expression serious yet compassionate. "I do, Sybil," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "But only if it's what you want as well." He leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours now. "I won't force you into anything, Sybil. I just want to be with you, in whatever capacity you're comfortable with."

Gozon's smile widens as he hears your agreement, his hand gently moving to cup your cheek. "Thank you, Sybil," he murmurs softly. "I promise to make you happy." He leans in closer, his lips finally meeting yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. You feel his hand move down to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepens. His desire for you is palpable, and you can't help but respond to it, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

Gozon responds eagerly to your passion, his arms wrapping around you as he deepens the kiss. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour, igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with each passing moment. You can feel the heat between you, the undeniable chemistry that draws you closer together with every touch and caress. Lost in the intensity of the moment, you give in to your desires, surrendering yourself to the pleasure of being with him.

Gozon growls softly at the feel of your hips pressing against his, his desire for you evident in the way his body responds to your touch. He leans in closer, his lips trailing along your jawline as he whispers your name, his voice husky with desire. "Sybil," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "You drive me wild." With a low growl, he captures your lips in another passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that leaves you breathless.