Secrets were made in that room.
She rolled the dice again when crucial minutes turned into dire seconds, her elven character drew the bow back releasing the arrow. It whirled in the air striking her opponent in the back, gaining notice while the rest of her party a Dragonborn barbarian, human fighter, dwarven cleric, and human sorcerer.
“The devilish noble scorns in laughter, casting spells back and forth against your party. And those in the surrounding.”
Dice hit against the table causing the small crowd of her friends to cheer and awe at the results. They were on a quest to take on the corrupt noble of Nesterborne who contracted with the demon lord ravaging part of the continent to gain magical powers beyond normal capabilities. He hindered their progress in several cities: blacklisting them from purchasing necessities, had his goons hunt them down, and stole the noble ladies of several houses having them embrace the path of degeneracy, only to cast them aside when no longer needed.
It was a long journey, chaotic and unpredictable with sudden plot twist with gaining the help of a dragon, and cliques of the typical power corrupts. And they were on one of the main bosses.
Spells were cast creating an array of colours to fly, metal clashed as beads of sweat dropped to the ground, and arrows flied. It was a back and forth fight, but they were coming out on top.
“Looks like we got the one in the bag.” A player smirked.
The DM met him back with a reflective smile, one of a man that still had cards up his sleeve.
“He cast Dominate person on Sophia.” He pointed to her, who had a vantage point no one could reach in reasonable amount of turns, and had access to attacking the whole field. A place they spent days searching for and planning to lure him to the church, only to have that advantage put against them.
Their faces curled in shock and disbelief that she got the special effects of the mark of the devil, and was now submissive to the noble.
“Sophia of the Blue Knights, dispatch of your comrades.”
“...O-of course my lord.” She said timidly.
The battle sprawled out, as different problems and solutions for those arise in their path.
She was engaged with every moment good or bad, painful, or liberating, a tight clenching hit her chest with her knowing: She wasn’t Sophia a hot elven lady living a life full of fun, adventures, a journey that never tired of fun moments. This game was an escape.
A way out of this boring reality.
Eventually the session ended, and they parted ways.
Walking down the airy night streets of Pickering a city near Toronto, it always had a rustic look of something you’d see in a country like Sweden, something that was eternally ten years in the past.
“Damn this town at night will never get old.”
“Your right. It’s so plain.”
“Like you.”
“I was thinking more along the lines your sense of fashion.” He coiled back laughing lightly at the jabs.
Maxime or Max as she knew it, was her childhood friend by association of houses. He was handsome however lacked anything that made him extraordinary, apart from his desire to try something new. Due to that they had similar hobbies. It wasn’t like I was going to hang out with anyone else. They played soccer, went to the beach to toss a ball back and forth, and board games. It was hard to say they weren’t dating to the outside world. And he did develop romantic feelings; just not for her.
It was for a woman in her other friend group, Rebecca a woman well-fitting of the word ‘voluptuous’ with just enough in every place. Apparently she did yoga on the side, she tried it as well but couldn’t be as pretty as she was. It was simply an uncrossable valley.
A light twinge of pain played the strings of her heart, beginning a melancholic melody.
She hated to admit it, however for a time she liked him.
That’s fine, life goes on as the cogs of that old machine turn again. One that’s been used thousands of times, producing the same result. She couldn’t defeat Rebecca.
“Even at night the cicadas churn, kinda reminds me of that day.” A goofy smile spread across his face.
She took a step away. “You know if you're going to ask for ‘it’, you can at least try being a little romantic.”
“I can’t help it, that damned DM made it all sexual with dominate.” Turning his face away, he remembered as well as she did.
——
The cicadas hummed that evening at the twilight of that day a month ago, they’d come back from the beach on the weekend and no one was at his house.
She was there for a Chemistry 12 textbook that was lent, due to him forgetting it at school. She followed him in.
His room was nice and small, lined with a desk and clothes on hangers. With parents as strict as his, the room was kept clean with a few posters of movie premiers or motivational quotes like ‘keep pumping’.
Maybe it was the adrenaline of the day, or the fact they saw each other partially nude for it but he made the dirty joke: “Don’t stick to close to the bed, I’ll be left dreaming about you all night.”
It was cheesy, and she was 99% confident it was from a romance book the English teacher a year back had them read. But for her it was something.
“Maybe I can stay the night.”
A book dropped, a tent rose in his pants.
When close to him it was easy to see their difference in height.
He ‘conveniently’ had several condoms ready extra thin, for a greater feeling. And embraced her in hot lust.
Groping at her assets despite not being tremendous his eyes seemingly glowed when he removed the blouse and untied her string blue bikini from the beach. Biting and sucking at her breast, he stole her first kiss; it was hot and feverish.
They were both virgins, and graduated. It hurt and she fought back tears when he inserted his rod into her cunt. He came quickly filling the condom, taking a break them moving to the next one. He wanted to milk the experience.
So this is sex, it’s quite fun. Was her reaction, he went through two condoms, and she was left sore the next day.
Maybe spelled on the hope of a spark of love to form within him, those embers never showed. He was just using her for pleasure.
——
“I have to get back to my house it’s late.” She said plainly, as a plain person could.
“Alright…” he said disappointed. “You still ready for the event tomorrow.”
“Like I’d miss the concert, of my favorite singer.” She said excited.
“You really like-.”
She cut him off. “He’s the lead singer of a band he just started compulsively, and an actor despite his young age in several films and the new hit tv show ‘Glazing’ playing an enthusiastic and passionate artist a reflection of his own personality.”
“I wish I could live a life like that.”
Inching away from her reverent passion, she’d followed the artist over several years and idolized him. He lived an interesting life unlike hers.
“Don’t we all.”
——
At home Mia was greeted by the lime glow of the kitchen and her older sister doing her makeup, they exchanged glances and nothing more. It was late and no one was waiting for her.
Departed to her room she scrolled through her computer, still aiming the camera downward out of habit, and putting on the headphones.
“Good memories, maybe another day.”
Gazed into the mirror she wore an overly large thin sweater and leggings. Lengthy black hair touched her nape, hovering above her naturally tired eyes, below them a patch of freckles. It was genetic.
She was ordinary, she knew it and others did as well. Even her sister was sexier than her. And it hurt whenever she was called plain like a knife was driven through her chest.
At least tomorrow will be better.
——
Light makeup and clothing. Both those combined elevated her from 5 to a 7.
“Mia? You look great.”
A strand of hair tied back amongst the gentle black waves, it was parted at her forehead. Rosy cheeks blushed, and eyes darkened with mascara. Cropped tank top and frilly red push-up bra were beneath.
“Are you really saying that out of sincerity? Or something else.”
“Both.”
“Perv…” She mumbled under her breath.
People crowded into the even buying from local shops, around the event in Toronto.
“Oh yeah? They should be here soon.”
“They?”
An event between the two of them, she had suggested and bought her own ticket, he his. It was her version of a date. It was going well, but a polished pebble could never shine brighter than a crystal.
Rebecca striding along with a group of men and woman, her long twisting dyed blond hair followed as well as eyes. A tube top and shorts lining her figure, she had her easily beaten.
“You know her group, I invited them along as well.”
“Oh my, oh my. I’m not interrupting on some lovers quarrel.” Rebecca smugly intervened, stopping her from pressing her heel on Max’s toe.
“We’re not in a relationship.” Max flustered, his eyes locked on Rebecca. “But she is a great friend.”
“Yeah…” Dying inside, Rebecca stepped in front of her.
Their chest pressed against one another it was a different field of play she had her beat.
“Sorry for stealing him from you.” She said barely audible to those around. “My mega milkers will never lose to your regular milk.”
Laughing graciously, she continued on.
——
“It’s beginning.” People cheered quietly.
Amongst the audience stacked with people the thin vibrant blue and red lights shot across the crowd and fog jetted out of the elevated platform. The musicians soon taking their places the crowd burst into enraptured screams, as the main lead walked in.
Sandy brown hair combed to both sides, his steely blue eyes looked over the crowd and only a smile crossed his face. Tall, well built with a strong jawline. Henry Vice, a singer, actor, millionaire, and star. He stood above the crowd in an entirely different world.
“People of Toronto, are you ready!”
“YEAAAHH!!!” The crowd cried.
“LETS ROLL!” He yelled.
——
The songs ranged from intense passion too melancholic, detailing his struggles with acting.
“Playing a character, people think you are.” A line that stood out to her.
His struggles, dreams, goals, they were compiled into those songs. And the finale began a hopeful song of enjoying the moment, he danced off the stage, the crowd opening up for him.
“What’re you doing Rebecca!” Maxime raised his voice.
“Sorry, I was pushed.”
Rebecca pressed against Max arms wrapped loosely around him, he squirmed flustered. She smiled at Mia. ‘I’m stealing him’, is probably what she’s trying to communicate. I should really choose better people, this was supposed to be just me and him.
Despite the glare of the music or the excitement of the crowd, she felt an ache in her chest, and a bump on her back.
Oh, I’m falling.
Pushed by the crowd she was heading towards floor. Her face would get dirty, makeup ruined, and she’d cry. And that was an embarrassing look. She wished that she could just disappear.
But she didn’t fall.
Tight grasp of her hand the spotlight beamed on the two, the star brought her close, guiding her body to a dance. She followed.
A wink and a spin back into the crowd, the song didn’t stop and he ascended back to the stage.
It happened to fast for me to react, but Harvey Vice just danced with me. Did he really just dance with me, I’m still standing right?
Legs of jelly and a heart on the verge of exploding, she quivered on the spot only able to hum a barely audible hum. Looking back to the stage, he winked at her.
Red as a cherry, she felt Max’s hands on her shoulders.
“You alright, you almost fell there.”
“I fell in love.” She didn’t break gaze from that stage.
An itch or more of a poke on her breast, a card poked out between lines of cloth. ‘Come meet me backstage after’ signed Henry Vice. Her key to another world.