Ah, heat week. Roland quite enjoyed the occurrence twice a year at Krovs undoubtedly because he didn't have to go through it himself. His libido was high enough as it was, he didn't need it amped up anymore. There was a certain frenzy in the air during the week and people got up to even more debauchery than usual. That suited Roland just fine. Things with Rhys were still moving at a rather glacial pace but even if they'd returned to how things had been during the summer Roland would still have been taking advantage of the week. The slaves, especially, were in quite a state and the Undercroft wreaked of sex and pheromones. There wasn't much messing around or pretending at resistance when a slave was in heat, they just needed and wanted so desperately and Roland was happy to oblige.
He found himself looking for a likely candidate and his gaze fell on...what was his name, Roman? That was it, the one Rhys had begged him not to condemn since he'd been wrong about him during that trial. The vote still hadn't gone the right way but Roland had tried, not that the slave knew anything about that. Still, Roland could tell the familiar was in heat and strode over to him. "Hello. You look like you could use some relief. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" His eyebrows arched and his eyes glittered. It was a slight tease because they both knew Roland definitely could be of assistance but the vampire couldn't seem to help poking the wound just a little.
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