Tay strode into his private chamber in the Summer Castle, his steps purposeful and his expression unreadable. The room was dimly lit, its dark, opulent furnishings casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense, meant to relax and seduce, but for him, it only served as a reminder of the farce he was about to play. He poured himself a glass of amber liquid and downed it in one gulp, letting the alcohol burn its way down his throat.
The door opened softly behind him, and the four women he had selected entered the room. They stood before him, eager, their eyes shimmering with anticipation and arousal. Tay took a deep breath, his senses instantly overwhelmed by their desire. It was like a tangible force in the air, thick and heady. He had always known the effec
