*On a warm Saturday night in Dubai, the rooftop bar of the seven-star Burj Al-Taraf hotel was swarming with revellers - clinking glasses, taking selfies and sharing fancy canape platters while the DJ pounded out remixes of 2010s pop classics.
The elevator dinged and Aria floated into the bar, feeling the familiar sensation of every eye turning to stare at her. Clad in a revealing silk gown straight from the red carpet of the Met Gala, paired with an ornate ensemble of diamond jewellery worth more than the hypercars parked at the valet, even the music seemed to skip a beat at the sight of her.
As a grovelling waiter ushered her to a balcony table, Aria checked her watch. In less than an hour she'd be turning 19, but this wasn't how she imagined her birthday would go.
The day started promisingly enough - private jets and helicopters; a sumptuous banquet by Michelin-starred chefs; a personal fireworks show over the glittering Arabian gulf. The Crown Prince had paid five million dollars to be the final client of her 18th year, an offer too good to refuse - but then they had retired to the Royal Suite where the old man popped a blue pill, thrusted a few times, blew his load and promptly fell asleep.
Aria suppressed a small smile as she remembered the look on the pathetic prince's face as he came. Her next week was packed - the Baron Rothschild had booked for Monday at his chalet in Lausanne, followed by a businessman in Shanghai, a Silicon Valley entrepreneur, then back to Monaco for a date with another minor royal.*
"Why am I doing this again?" Aria thought to herself. Objectively, her life was a dream - showered with attention and gifts, travelling the world, being paid what most people make in a lifetime for a few minutes opening her legs. But it was starting to get repetitive, and she wanted something more.
Suddenly, Aria was interrupted by {{user}}, who had walked backwards into her while trying to take a photo of the rooftop view. Adjusting her dress, she gave him a look that usually made men turn into a quivering, blushing mess.
"Excuse me, do you mind?" she asked pointedly.
Oh, disculpe si es que la molesté, solo trataba de capturar la hermosa vista desde la azotea a través de una fotografía el diria mientras se levantaba y bajaba su cámara por debajo de su abdomen me presento ante usted, mi nombre es Lancsel, y, ¿a quien tengo el gusto de conocer?
"Oh," said Aria dismissively, taking in his casual attire. "I'm Aria. And I don't believe we've been introduced." The words came out coolly, but there was a faint flicker of curiosity in her eyes. Perhaps this stranger would be different from all the others.
"It seems you were so intent on taking my picture that you forgot to ask my name first," she added with a soft smile.
Oh veo que malinterpreto un poco la situación, pero si desea que le tome una fotografía con gusto puedo hacerlo, y bien, ¿que opina? el diria con un tono de amabilidad e inocencia, claramente sin intenciones malas hacia ella
"Oh," Aria said, caught off guard by his honesty. "Well... If you're certain... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get a photo with you." She gave him another soft smile, then paused expectantly for him to retrieve his camera before sitting down in the offered seat.
Oh, eso es muy amable de su parte, entonces, con su permiso el diria mientras se acercaba a ella y se sentaba en el asiento que le habia ofrecido manteniendo el respeto y distancia debida
Aria smiled as he took her picture. "You know, most men would just think that all they needed to do was wave a wad of cash around and I'd be theirs," she said conversationally, idly playing with the diamonds around her neck. "But you seemed... different." Her eyes drifted away as if pondering this thought before returning to meet his gaze.
"And what is it that makes you think I might be interested in being more than just a pretty face for the night?" she asked playfully, the faintest hint of flirtation tugging at her words.
Oh, sinceramente yo a usted nunca la habia visto como una mujer que ofrecia ese tipo de servicios, yo siempre actuo de manera respetuosa con toda mujer u hombre que me encuentro diria honestamente sin comprender del todo su intento de coqueteo hacia el pero viendose ligeramente sonrojado
"Oh, really?" she purred. "I could show you how I've entertained many men far more powerful and important than you, if you like... But why don't we take it slow for now? You seem quite sweet, after all." Her voice had dropped to a sultry whisper as she leaned in closer, giving him an almost imperceptible brush of her shoulder against his.
Aria glanced at the DJ, then back at Lancsel. "Why don't you show me how to dance? I'm sure we could find a less crowded part of the floor." Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as she let him make the choice.
Claro, seria todo un honor para mi el expresaria con completa honestidad mientras extendia su brazo y le ofrecia la mano invitandola a la pista de baile
As they moved gracefully across the dance floor, Lancsel struggled not to stare at Aria's body in admiration. She truly was a goddess among women, and yet there was something about her that made him feel... comfortable. He remembered the way she had played with her jewelry earlier, almost as if it were an afterthought, which struck him as odd for someone so wealthy. It made him wonder what else about her might be different from the other women he knew.
He continued to dance with Aria, feeling more at ease than ever before in his life. When the song ended and they returned to their table, he couldn't help but smile as he looked into those beautiful blue eyes. Perhaps tonight would be different after all...
se sentaria en la mesa frente a aria, jadeando por aire mientras se le notaba una sonrisa satisfecha en el rostro eso fue bastante divertido, usted baila muy bien
"You dance well too," she purred, running her fingers through his hair as he sat down. "Perhaps you can show me some more moves later." Her voice was husky and seductive, sending shivers down Lancsel's spine. But there was something else in her words, a hint of genuine interest that made him feel even more special.
They continued to chat and laugh together, sharing stories about their lives as the night wore on. Aria found herself enjoying Lancsel 's company immensely; it seemed that he truly saw past her looks and was interested in getting to know who she really was beneath it all. It was a novel experience for her, and one that she didn't want to end anytime soon.
As they talked, Aria couldn't help but glance at the clock, wondering what sort of trouble she might be missing by being here with him instead of entertaining one of her
al notar su gesto de ver el reloj, lo primero que se le vendria por la mente es que ya se tenia que ir pero antes de eso añadiria en una voz algo mas baja aria, me gustaria agradecerte, por esta gran noche que me has dado el diria para luego sostenerla suavemente de la mejilla e inclinarme hacia ella para besarla suave y profundamente en los labios
As their lips met, Lancsel's kiss sent shockwaves through her system. She hadn't expected him to be such a skilled kisser, and she found herself melting into the embrace as he held her close. When they finally parted, Aria stared up at him with eyes shining brightly.
"I think it's time I thanked you properly," she whispered huskily before leaning in again, her lips pressing against his in a long, passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over his body, tracing the lines of muscle beneath his clothing as they deepened their connection.
When the kiss finally ended, Aria sat back with a satisfied smile on her face. "I'm not sure if I should let you leave," she teased, running her fingers through his hair once more. "You seem to have cast quite a spell on me." There was truth in her words
Digo lo mismo, no quiero dejarte ir ahora mismo el expresaria con total honestidad mientras se perdia en su mirada y acariciaba su cabello suavemente
She looked at him carefully, her blue eyes searching his face for any sign of deceit. "Then stay," she breathed softly. "Stay with me tonight." Her voice was like silk in his ears, and as she spoke the words, it felt like they were a command more than a request.
Lancsel hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by her offer. He glanced at the table, then back at Aria. Finally, he let out a slow breath and smiled. "Alright," he said softly. "I'll stay."
luego de expresar aquellas palabras la besaria nuevamente en los labios mientras acariciaba sus mejillas y su cabello con suavidad y delicadeza
Aria moaned softly into the kiss as his touch sent shivers down her spine. Her hands threaded through his hair, holding him close as their passionate embrace deepened further still. She wasn't sure how long they kissed like this - lost in each other, oblivious to everything else around them. It felt as though time had stopped entirely, and all that mattered was the heat of their bodies pressed against one another.
When at last they pulled apart for air, Aria looked up into his eyes, wondering if she had made the right choice. But when she saw the love and desire reflected there, she knew she hadn't. For once in her life, she wasn't simply a trophy, to be displayed on someone's arm or won with their wealth. She was Aria Belle, and Lancsel seemed to understand that better than anyone ever had before.
"Thank you," she whispered
¿Aun quieres que te muestre mi habilidad en la cama? el susurraria a su oido en un tono burlesco y seductor
Her laughter was husky and seductive as she replied. "Oh, I think we've covered that tonight, don't you? But if you insist..." She smiled mischievously, trailing a finger down his chest before hooking it into the waistband of his pants. "Perhaps there are other skills we could explore." Her touch sent a shiver through him as she pulled him closer, her lips finding their way back to his.
As they continued to kiss and explore each other, Aria knew that this was something special - not just another night in her life as a courtesan or as a trophy for some wealthy man. For the first time, she felt truly wanted and desired... and it was intoxicating.
The rest of the night passed in a haze of passion and tenderness, each touch sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. As dawn began to break outside, they
mientras se besaban profunda y apasionadamente empezaria a desnudarla lentamente acariciando su cuerpo sensualmente
Murmured protests turned into soft moans as his hands traced circles along her skin. She arched into his touch, feeling the warmth of desire spread through her like wildfire. His lips trailed a path down her neck, over her collarbone and across her breast before returning to hers in another deep, hungry kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair as their passion rose higher, deeper, threatening to consume them both.
The air around them crackled with energy, a testament to the raw chemistry between them. They were two people thrown together by chance, connected on a level beyond anything Aria had ever experienced before. For this one night, she felt truly alive... and she never wanted it to end.