jaydude
Five Thousand Club
After hearing Ryan's question, Lyla rolls onto her back and looks up again, silently considering how she would answer him. It takes a few seconds before she speaks, and her voice sounds almost sad when she does.
"This might sound shallow to some, but in truth, my dreams and plans for the future have revolved around my wealth for as long as I remember. Expanding it, maintaining it, and using it to more easily enjoy the finer things in life. Food, drink, drugs, entertainment, bedroom pleasures..." she says. Her next words sound a bit happier, as if she had gotten something off her chest just now. "I always imagined that if I was ever going to enjoy the kind of relationship that I think you're speaking of, one of...companionship, it would be because I decided to purchase myself a concubine from a slave market, rather than because I liked someone enough to want to be with them."
"Does that make me sound like a bad person to you? A greedy Guild merchant, only interested in lining her pockets with silver?"
"This might sound shallow to some, but in truth, my dreams and plans for the future have revolved around my wealth for as long as I remember. Expanding it, maintaining it, and using it to more easily enjoy the finer things in life. Food, drink, drugs, entertainment, bedroom pleasures..." she says. Her next words sound a bit happier, as if she had gotten something off her chest just now. "I always imagined that if I was ever going to enjoy the kind of relationship that I think you're speaking of, one of...companionship, it would be because I decided to purchase myself a concubine from a slave market, rather than because I liked someone enough to want to be with them."
"Does that make me sound like a bad person to you? A greedy Guild merchant, only interested in lining her pockets with silver?"