"Fuck."
Mina whispered.
Her eyes locked on the woman walking through the hotel doors—tall, elegant, and undeniably rich. This was old money, silk sheets, and private jet rich.
Mina blinked. "What the hell is she doing here?"
Her heart kicked against her ribs. Her throat tightened.
At first, she'd thought the woman was just some fake heroine looking for whose pussy to rub on in disguise. But the glamour, the driver, the confidence?
It wasn't an act.
She really was the main dish—and the damn chef too.
Mina's voice dropped low, like a vow.
"I don't do girls. I don't do guys. And I don't—ever—sell my body for money. No matter how shiny the offer."
Lysa's eyes sparkled. "Mina… they're so—"
"Don't say it."
"Beautiful."
"Oh my God."
Mina grabbed Lysa's hand. "We're leaving. Come on. Let's go."
But Lysa… she wasn't moving.
Her eyes were glued to the woman beside the violet-eyed beauty. She was staring like she'd just seen an angel descend from billionaire heaven. Mouth slightly open. Breath caught.
"Lysa!" Mina yanked harder.
Too hard.
THUD.
Mina lost her footing and hit the marble floor—face flat, butt up, pride down.
"AHHH!" she shrieked, her voice echoing off the hotel walls.
Silence.
Then—every eye in the lobby turned.
Security guards. Bellhops. Receptionists.
All staring at the girl sprawled like a toddler mid-tantrum.
Lysa gasped. "Mina!"
Mina pushed herself up slowly, speechless.
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Across the lobby…
Xiraya Kael stood still, a sleek brow arched.
"What the hell?" she muttered, her gaze locked on the chaos by the flower vase near the exit.
Saira's eyes were glued there too.
"I thought we were here for a quick meeting,"
Xiraya said, exasperated. "Now it's hall room, hotel lobbies, and—" she gestured lazily at Mina, "—falling humans."
Saira didn't respond. Her eyes had narrowed on the girls.
"Ma'am," a staff member interrupted, bowing slightly. "This way, please."
Xiraya began to walk and turned back at the exit. But then—
Mina stood up, eyes locking with hers.
Hazel eyes met amber eyes.
Mina quickly looked away, brushing her hair from her face.
Raya froze.
It was her. The club girl. The one who'd stormed out like a hurricane with an attitude problem.
Raya scanned her outfit and scoffed internally. Cheap. Sloppy. Nothing like the fierce creature from the night before.
Mina held Lysa's hand tightly. "Please, let's go."
Some meetings were meant to stay coincidental.
But Lysa broke free and darted forward, ignoring Mina's grip and warnings. She dropped to her knees—right in front of Saira.
"Please," she cried, grabbing Saira's legs.
"Please give us a job! Anything. I can clean, dance, wash, scrub—I don't care!"
The lobby gasped.
Saira's violet eyes blinked down at her, unfazed.
Lysa's chest beat rapidly as she held onto her , scared of what she might say, she hoped it would be nice..... hoped .
"You're touching my Dior." Saira spitted not even minding anything.
Lysa did not expect it , her heart dropped but she still held her shoes.
She had always hated people she thought this one could be different.
"Lysa, what are you doing?!" Mina shouted.
Lysa didn't look back. "She's our ticket out of this life!"
Xiraya groaned under her breath. "Oh, for fuck's sake…" She rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted was drama. In fact, she despised it.
Lysa kept clinging to Saira's heels like they were salvation.
Pathetic.
Xiraya arched a brow. "Did someone lose their pet?" she said dryly. "Or is this some new ritual?"
Laughter rippled from the hotel staff. Even the receptionist bit back a giggle.
Mina's cheeks burned. "Lysa, get up. Now."
But Lysa was too far gone. "Please… we need a job. Anything."
Saira looked down, voice as cold as ice. "You smudged my shoes."
"Oh, I'm—I'm sorry!"
She tried to wipe them clean with her bare hands.
Saira stepped back like she'd been offered filth. "Touch me again, and I'll have your wrists gift-wrapped."
Xiraya clucked her tongue. "This is honestly adorable. Are you auditioning for a pity party or a circus act?"
Mina stormed forward, brushing past Lysa and standing toe-to-toe with Xiraya. Her tone was sharp.
"We're not clowns. And we don't need your damn charity."
Xiraya's amber eyes glittered.
"Is that so? Your friend's on her knees begging and you were saying? You're not looking half as good as you did in the club. You look like a walking dumpster fire today. Did you steal that dress?"
She stepped closer.
The air crackled.
She leaned in, voice low and dangerously soft.
"You fall on your face, your friend begs, and somehow I'm the villain? This isn't a TV series. You don't win points for dramatics."
Mina didn't flinch. "At least we're not hiding behind bodyguards and designer brands, pretending we're untouchable."
That earned a dangerous glare from xiraya , eye almost turning ember, daring for a mere woman to day that to her.
"Oh, you have no idea who I am… or what I'm capable of."
The lobby was still.
Even Saira's anger rose, they had one Job and she doesn't like how these humans interfered.
Mina glared back "Don't insult my sister and i."
Xiraya looked at her with a …you can do nothing about it.
Playtime was over. She had no time for nonsense.
"Security," she called, almost bored.
Two men stepped forward instantly.
"Escort the drama duo out. And make sure they don't trip—apparently walking is a challenge
Mina's voice rang out:
"Really? I remember you clearly begging me to sleep with you for money."
Gasps echoed around the lobby.
Lysa blinked. What?
"You wanted me to serve you my cunt," Mina continued, her voice rising.
"So why the sudden performance? You act like you don't know me, like you're above me, but I met you once—and that was enough. I now know what kind of human you are. A billionaire with pussy-peddling as a side hustle."
Everyone stared. It was like a scene from a movie. You could almost hear popcorn crunching.
Raya smirked.
"Are you sure I was the one you saw?" She looked into Mina's eyes, deep, as if trying to hypnotize her.
Then—
A breeze.
And suddenly—
It was like she'd never been there at all.
Everyone went back to what they were doing. Like nothing had happened.
Mina stood, confused. Lysa too.
They turned and left—quickly—finally aware of their worn-out clothes, misplaced courage, and why they'd even come there in the first place.
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Back upstairs…
"Xiraya," Saira called, sharp.
"Don't ever interact with a human like that again. Do you know what could've happened? Your business, your reputation, your cover —everything could've been at stake. Your magic has limits , it wont save you always. Drakhalia doesn't care who you bed, but this world isn't as kind when its successful people. Besides they're not even half as beautiful as the women in Drakhalia."
Raya turned to her, calm. "Well, I haven't seen one as beautiful as that girl, though."
"Are you being serious, Xiraya?"
"Address me with respect, Saira."
A pause. Then Raya added, "It's been handled. They won't remember anything about me, the day at club and meeting us today, ever. And i'll keep it that way."
She stepped away, voice regal.
"Now… I heard a rogue plans to leave the city. Go handle it. I'll deal with the meeting."
Saira sighed. "Yes, Your Highness," she said, rolling her eyes as she turned.
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Sneak Peek…
Xiraya's voice was laced with danger
"Do I turn you on?"
She bites her lip as she steps closer.