Kali felt a deep sense of satisfaction when Ayva agreed to his demands. For the first time in a while, he felt like their positions were shifting—like he was regaining control. Watching her display even a hint of submissiveness before him filled him with immense pleasure.
Under the pretense of making preparations, Ayva slipped away, leaving him slightly disappointed. But this place was known for its nightlife. All he had to do was speak, and beautiful women would line up to serve him.
Leisurely sipping his wine, he leaned back, savoring the moment. That was when the door to his private room swung open. Kali turned sharply, ready to reprimand whichever subordinate had dared to enter without permission—until he saw the face of someone who disgusted him to his very core.
A presence more repulsive than the perverted old guru.
