story for @featheredmusing ! continuing from here ! ( victor + maisie )
victor tentatively shakes her hand. in the back of his mind he knows what he's ALLOWED to do. she belongs to him completely. before he was in the hotel, he got to see the papers that noted this. it showed the debt she accrued and how that debt would now belong to him—and how he sufficiently PAID for the debt in full. he signed right below her name and wrote the check shortly after. the company even gave him the information on her family, in case he decided he wanted to help them too. most of the girls sold preferred this and it only made it easier to turn the metaphorical LEASH shorter. how could they deny their MASTER if it meant their friends and family would suffer the consequences?
but regardless he shakes her hand and stays within in the socially routine. "maisie." he repeats, smiling as he takes the tight hold on her hand. then his eyes take her in. slowly his perversion defrosts and he lets himself ADMIRE her like he did at the auction house from the privacy of the dim lighting; he gets accustomed to allowing himself the RIGHT to look her over. "i did. and it looks like it was worth every penny." he gently pulls her hand closer in so she steps forward and he can look at her ass. and suddenly it isn't so difficult to manhandle her like an OBJECT. her beauty and skimpy outfit makes it easier.
"you're so much prettier up close than on that stage." victor tells her, then dropping her hand. he gestures over to the small table in the room, where the complimentary champagne and flutes were, and usher her towards her glass. "were you able to look over all the paper work?" the male asks, standing behind her as he reaches past and fills her flute. "you saw that all your NEEDS will be taken care of?"
