Chapter 6 5

Night fell quickly, and Camilla woke up and sat quietly. In front of her, a maid sat neatly, too. The maid had been assigned to take care of Camilla, and now Camilla was leaning against the headboard. She felt paralyzed, her body feeling so weak.

Camilla didn't understand what was happening to her. Why, just because she hadn't been touched by a man, could she become this weak? Was she really unable to change her habits in the future?

The woman sighed tiredly, completely devoid of appetite. "Go out, I want to sleep."

"Miss, Young Master Danieru has instructed you to finish your meal." The maid lowered her head, slightly frightened by Camilla's sharp gaze.

"I'm full. If you want to enjoy the food, then please enjoy it." Camilla immediately lay down, covering herself with a blanket.

The maid immediately stood up, left the room, and closed the door tightly. Camilla, realizing the maid had left, felt relieved. She threw back the blanket and got out of bed. Thanks to Danieru's touch earlier that day, Camilla had regained some of her strength. She could move freely and seek pleasure outside.

Camilla remembered that there was a secret passage behind her family's mansion. She would exit there and head to a bar where she could seek satisfaction. If she couldn't buy a man, there would surely be one willing to spend the night with her.

The woman quickly cleaned herself up, took a quick shower, changed her clothes, and applied makeup to her pale face.

Tonight, Camilla was wearing a black minidress that fit her perfectly, her long hair down, and bright red lipstick. Camilla felt herself already stunning. She looked in the mirror and smiled sweetly.

In less than an hour, Camilla was ready to leave her house. She glanced out the window, seeing the many people guarding it. Camilla then closed the curtains of her bedroom window, quickly walked to the door, and locked it from the inside.

Camilla took a deep breath; she had to escape now. She really had to try to escape, or she would never find satisfaction again.

Camilla stroked a section of the wall in her room, took a step back, and smiled happily. It turned out that having a super-doting father was also a huge advantage, as there was even a private elevator in his room.

Camilla immediately entered the elevator and pressed the button for the basement where her car was parked.

Alistair's family mansion had a secret passage, and it was underground. Camilla often used it to escape from home as a teenager.

A few minutes passed quickly, and the elevator took Camilla to the basement. It was very quiet, and there were no guards. For a moment, Camilla felt triumphant; Danieru would never know the layout of her family's mansion.

Camilla immediately headed to where her car was parked, a bright red Acura NSX.

Honda assembles the Acura NSX at their new high-performance vehicle factory in Marysville, Ohio, United States. Equipped with a 3.5-liter twin-turbo V-6 hybrid engine and a nine-speed dual-clutch transmission, the NSX is designed to be highly sophisticated, especially when it comes to achieving top speeds. This supercar is offered starting at $157,800, with upgrades to suit your needs, with an estimated price tag of up to $200,000.

Camilla smiled happily, opened the car door, and sat down quietly. Without further ado, Camilla started the car and drove down the secret passageway leading to the back of the mansion. She grinned, feeling incredibly lucky she'd parked her beloved car there.

A few dozen minutes later, Camilla could see the long tunnel she'd been exploring approaching its end. She increased her speed and quickly exited the tunnel.

...

Terra Blues, a renowned bar, is located at 149 Bleecker St, 2nd Floor, New York City, NY 10012-143. Camilla had just arrived, parked her car, and immediately exited. Her presence immediately captured the attention of the patrons. Her beautiful face was illuminated by the dim light, her red lips so seductive, her slender body perfect for hugging, and her movements so graceful.

Camilla was used to being the center of attention; she felt like a goddess. All eyes were always on her, with adoring glances from men and envious glances from women.

Camilla stepped toward the entrance, and two burly, dark-skinned men immediately opened the door. Camilla smiled and entered, seeing a refreshing sight. Handsome men were enjoying the evening, and she was ready to find her prey.

Camilla immediately made her way to the bar, sat quietly, and stared at the handsome bartender.

"Miss, what would you like to drink?" the bartender asked in a friendly tone, a sweet smile on his lips.

Camilla smiled back, gazing at Terra Blues' collection of drinks. "Champagne, and could you join me for a drink?"

The bartender smiled again, quickly reaching for a bottle of Champagne and pouring Camilla a drink. After finishing, the bartender immediately approached Camilla and handed her a long-stemmed glass.

“Of course, I’d be happy to accompany you, Miss.”

The bartender’s voice sounded incredibly sexy, and Camilla immediately fell in love with every inch of his face. She imagined him repeating her name over and over again, and she longed to feel his touch as soon as possible.

“How long have you worked here? And what’s your name?” Camilla asked.

“I’m new, Miss. Let me introduce myself, my name is Spike.” The bartender extended his hand and looked Camilla in the eye.

Camilla gladly accepted his hand, and they shook hands for a long time. Once she had had enough, Camilla released his hand, reached for her glass of Champagne, and took a slow sip.

“How old are you?” Camilla asked.

“I’m twenty-nine years old, Miss.” The man smiled again, pouring himself another glass of wine.

“Still very young,” Camilla said.

“What about you?” the bartender asked, folding his arms on the table and staring intently at Camilla.

“Me?”

The bartender nodded, patiently waiting for Camilla to answer.

Camilla laughed softly, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I'm definitely younger, and to be precise, that's a secret."

"Is this a challenge?" the man asked.

"Do you feel challenged?" Camilla asked.

The man smiled. "Yes, I am. You're very mysterious, Miss."

Camilla laughed, then downed her drink in one breath. The woman placed her glass on the table and looked away. The bar was getting more crowded, and the music was getting louder.

Camilla tried to enjoy the view, but her body ached slightly. She could feel her nipples starting to harden, and her vagina even felt wet.

Camilla chose to stand, as it seemed like it would take too long to wait for the bartender to finish. She stood and looked back at the bartender who had served her earlier.

However, Camilla had to suppress her shock. The terrifying sight now unfolded before her eyes. The bartender who had served her earlier was now kissing a man, which disgusted Camilla.

Before she could finish her reaction, an unknown man stopped her. He stared at her, clearly displeased.

"What's with that look?" Camilla asked.

"Miss, don't flirt with my boyfriend."

By Neptune, was that man jealous? Camilla chuckled.

"Listen," Camilla said. She took a deep breath, searching for the right words to reply. "I don't want your boyfriend, and I'll never be attracted to a gay man."

Hearing Camilla's answer made Spike's boyfriend, the bartender, look even more annoyed. The man then stepped forward and tried to grab Camilla.

Camilla, sensing she was in danger, stepped back, but unfortunately for her, she nearly fell. The woman was relieved; although her body wasn't completely healthy, she was still strong enough to maintain her balance.

"You're annoying! You asked my boyfriend to accompany you for a drink, and you keep flirting with him with that ugly face of yours!" the man said firmly.

"Madam, are you crazy?" Camilla asked. She deliberately used the word "Madam" to retaliate against the man.

"You're the crazy one. There are plenty of men here. Why did you have to seduce my girlfriend?"

Camilla looked around, and many people were starting to notice the man's ridiculous behavior. Honestly, she felt a little embarrassed, her self-esteem shattered by being accused of seducing someone else's girlfriend, especially a gay couple.

"I didn't seduce your girlfriend! And you, Spike, why are you so quiet? Are you afraid of this strange man?" Camilla asked.

"Don't bring my girlfriend into this. You came and seduced her, so don't drag her into your problems!" the man insisted again.

Spike didn't react; he seemed afraid of his own girlfriend. Camilla, dumbfounded, shook her head, unable to believe the world was getting crazier by the day.

While Camilla was the center of attention, someone quickly approached the crowd. The man approached Camilla, took her hand, and immediately kissed her lips.

Camilla closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the man's scent, feeling a strong sense of recognition. After a few moments, Camilla opened them, just as the flashes of camera flashes rained down on her and the man.

"Honey, didn't I tell you not to leave the house?" the man asked softly.

"Danieru, I-I... I," Camilla said nervously.

"Shhh... we're going home now, there are a lot of reporters here." Danieru immediately carried Camilla. The man looked at his subordinates, and they immediately made way for Danieru and Camilla.

"How did you find me?" Camilla whispered.

Danieru smiled. "It's not hard to find a naughty cat like you, Camilla."

"I'm not a cat!" Camilla insisted, disapprovingly.

"To me, you are a cat," Danieru retorted.

Camilla glared angrily, while Danieru immediately quickened his pace toward the exit. The man glanced at Camilla, then cracked a smile.

“What?” Camilla asked sharply.

“Are you trying to steal a gay man’s girlfriend?” Danieru asked.

“By Neptune, am I going crazy?” Camilla asked.

“Yes. You’re going crazy, you’re breaking my rules and causing trouble in public. Bad cat,” Danieru replied.

“I’M NOT A CAT!” Camilla asserted in a rather loud voice.

Danieru laughed, then exited the bar and headed for his car. Someone immediately opened the car door for Danieru, and the man quickly put Camilla inside. Danieru looked at Camilla and fastened her seatbelt.

“Little kitty, you better sit still and stop screaming like that.”

“I’m not a cat!” Camilla said, disapprovingly.

“You’re a cat now, and I’ll treat you like a pet.”

“I’m not a pet!” Camilla said, growing increasingly displeased.

“My dear kitty, don’t argue with Master.”

“DANIERU!” Camilla looked increasingly irritated, and Danieru found it incredibly enjoyable to tease her.