Trashes of the Counts' Families || Trash of the Count's Family || OC

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Gromm looked up as they got up, giving Adara a small wink when he got a hang of what they were planning to do. He then turned to the player who was talking to him, asking him if he wanted an alliance. "Not a chance," he responded flatly.

But as they passed the bar, the bartender glanced up when Adara stopped by him, setting a pouch of gold in front of him. Smiling, she explained, "For the table back there. If Gromm wins, give him the gold and let him decide what he would like to do. Say it was from Eris."

The old bartender nodded. "Aye, ma'am."

Cecilia raised an eyebrow. "How many pouches do you have left?"

Adara shrugged. "Enough to pay for the night we are about to spend in the room."

Cecilia tugged at Adara's hand, smiling at her answer, wanting to get up the stairs faster. Adara followed along, intertwining their hands again. Cecilia's hand was cool against hers, her skin smooth. Cecilia was caressing Adara's hand slowly, making her hurry up on the stairs. Now Adara was pulling Cecilia up the stairs.

Adara thought there were too many stairs, and Cecilia was too close to her, breathing purposefully on her neck.

Finally, they reached the top of the stairs, where a few doors stood. Adara almost fell through one of the open ones because Cecilia's hand was on her waist, pulling her inside.

Before Adara even processed the room, how many windows there were and how high up they were, she was pressed against a dressing drawer with Cecilia kissing her roughly. Adara kissed back just as roughly.

It was barely the beginning of the day; the stars were still up in the sky, shining down on all those underneath it. In the silvery light of the stars filtering through the window, a certain dark-skinned elf was putting on her belt.

Cecilia, still in the bed, wrapped in the blanket, was frowning. "Don't go."

"I wish I could stay." Adara took a look at her. Cecilia's ashy blonde hair was messed up, and her lips were red and swollen. Adara would have very much liked to stay. "But as I said, I am expected at the palace," she joked, looking into the mirror to observe her neck.

Cecilia bit her a few times.

A few times might be a bit of an understatement; Adara's whole neck was covered in hickeys and bites.

She didn't specifically want them to heal yet. She didn't want to erase every trace of Cecilia so quickly.

"You should keep them," Cecilia's voice came from behind her. "Looks good on ya."

"Right?" Adara said, craning her neck to see them better. "Imagine what outrage there would be if I did not bother to hide them?"

Cecilia hmphed from the bed. "You should stay so I can give you more."

Adara laughed, buttoning up her shirt. "That might have to be an offer I will pass up. I do need to get going, or else everyone will start wondering where I have gone."

"Adara~."

Adara's fingers stopped buttoning up her shirt.

Cecilia watched her through the mirror, knowing she got her attention now. "Please don't go. Stay. For one more round?"

Adara turned around, watching the hopeful Vampire still in the bed. "How did you figure it out?" Her fingers were buttoning again.

Cecilia deflated, annoyed that Adara was definitely not going to come back into the bed. "It hit me when ya ditched the necklace, the one with the three hoops."