Everything is fine

Karina

Of course, I should have expected that there was something very wrong with this arrangement, I shouldn't have thought much of the guy who stuck his face up my skirt the first time he saw me.
I'm being paid to pose as some kind of silly, seductive human, almost like a pet, with this damn collar around my neck. I'm going to have to put up with a lot of strange men with a tail, who like the smell of fear and see me as inferior.
I feel bad, my throat hurts like I've swallowed a dozen rocks, but I keep quiet, after all, he's paying. I'm going to have to humble myself to this idiot, but this will be the last time I accept a shitty job. When this is over, I'll find a way so I don't have to kiss anyone's feet to support myself and my mother.
Be strong, Karina.
I repeat this thought over and over again and follow Klaus Dark Elf's steps as if he were going to death row. I don't know what exactly awaits me in this house, because the last time I was here I only saw the living room, and I can't count on any help from the man next to me, whose arm I hold.
As we stop in front of a wooden double door with gold handles, I hear the people inside talking and I feel like I'm going to faint.
- Everything is fine. — His intrusive fingers caress possessively my neck and the collar, which makes my teeth chatter against each other with so much anxiety, and suddenly everything is very silent in the room. They must have heard him. — Remember that you are mine — he whispers, with his different accent doing very strange things to me, and pushes the door open.
So I'm in front of a more than luxurious dining room, which leaves me open-mouthed with its warm colors and excess gold, most likely real gold. The place has very high ceilings, with a large crystal chandelier on the ceiling and a fireplace. They are the elite and they know it.
The walls have patterns as if this were one of those French castles from the Marie Antoinette movie I saw the other day and there is a long table with people, or what are almost people, sitting.
Just like Klaus, the beings that stare at me have very beautiful faces. They are a painting, too unreal to be assimilated and yet I make an effort.
First I notice a man and a woman who must be around fifty years old and who appear to be a couple, both wearing light colors, but with their black horns and tails drawing more attention than anything.
The dark-haired man shows his teeth in a low growl that makes me shiver, but which soon ceases when the woman touches his forearm stretched out under the table. Both have tattoos that look like black vines drawn on their exposed arms and necks.
—Klaus! Did you finally come to dinner?! — The woman's tone is very nicer and gentler than your expression, and I know it's being fake because your tail is wagging quickly behind your chair. — And he brought a small and… different human female. — Her smile looks more like a grimace and her tail starts to calm down, probably trying to hide her irritation.
The words of this woman, who as I expected seems to be very tall and elegant with her gold bracelets and necklaces, only make me more nervous and want to run out of here.
She has too many pointy fangs in her smile and her claws are out. The only reason I don't run away is because I keep thinking about my mother and also because I'm being firmly held by the arm by the biggest man here.
— Karina is my female’s name — Klaus speaks, bluntly, of
in a placid manner, as if he didn't feel the strange atmosphere in the room, and enters the room, which forces me to enter too.
I stumble over my own feet, feeling mortified by this and also by being too exposed in this black dress, and I observe the beings in the place trying not to seem so curious, since their eyes are glued to me.
Why did Klaus have to dress me almost like a high-end prostitute?! I'm not really dressed badly, but I could be better behaved!
In addition to the couple at the end of the table and further away from the two of us, there are still three other people, all of them tall Persian men and dressed as formally as Klaus.
Okay, maybe it's a good thing I spent the day at the salon like a madam and have some diamonds around my neck and leg, because everyone here is obviously pretty rich with theirs.tuxedos.
First I notice a blonde with very light blue eyes, he seems younger than the others and his expression is one of immense curiosity and excitement. The other one next to him, who has features similar to his, has long hair.
brown with some gray parts and he must be a little older, maybe in his early forties, but he is still very handsome and full of tattoos.
And finally, there's a muscular redhead with an enigmatic smile who literally gives me chills, because his green eyes are shining like two headlights, as if he's angry. He inhales the air eagerly, in a savage way that leaves me shaking with fear.
Is this the man Klaus wants me to draw attention to? God forbid not!
— Since you didn't say you were coming, we didn't put a place for you in the table and not even for her guest, besides we're already halfway through dinner — the woman continues talking and I feel my knees wanting to weaken because now besides the redhead, the others are also sniffing the air and I don't care what they're doing. thinking.
Do they all like the smell of fear?
— Have our plates put out then, Melinda — he orders and the other His neck is full of bulging veins, probably trying hard not to growl in anger. — My female and I came to pay you a visit, show courtesy. Or has everyone here turned savage? — he asks ironically and the redhead lets out a loud laugh that terrifies me.
He and Klaus exchange a long strange look, which makes me take a step closer to the brunette next to me. In response, the brunette curls his tail around the top of my shin.
— You must respect your aunt and let her know when you come to dinners instead of of your immoral parties! — exclaims the man who is being slightly “restrained” by the woman who I now know is called Melinda.
— This house here was built by my father, I don’t need to tell you anything. — Klaus finishes leading us to the table and pulls out a chair next to the blonde boy without waiting for an invitation. Even so, we are still a few seats away from others in the venue.
I look up and he nods that this is where I should sit, so I end up obeying. Because it's better to stay in the big padded chair than to remain in the middle of the room like an exotic animal.
— Look here, you naughty brat and...
— Let's not fight, Orinn! — Melinda exclaims and the two begin a quieter conversation, which I can't pay attention to, as Klaus sits next to me and points to the blonde next to me.
— This is my younger cousin, Filipi — he explains in a calm manner that I I really think it's amazing and I stare at the blue-eyed blonde who is literally blushing at me and looking all embarrassed.
I can't smell fear, but I'm sure this guy must be exuding nervousness. I never thought a Persian could look so angelic, even though he is much bigger than me and must be around 23 or 24 years old, which is only a few years younger than me.
— Filipi is the son of Vladimir, my uncle, who you may have seen on TV. — Points to the man with some gray hair, who comes after Filipi.
Now that Klaus talks about TV, I think I've actually seen this man around. If I'm not mistaken, he's the first of his kind to hold a position in the Senate or something like that.
— Nice to meet you, Karina! — the blonde speaks with an enthusiasm almost
youthful, even if his voice is deep.
He stands up quickly, which scares the shit out of me, and is about to grab my hand when a low growl rings out and I know it's Klaus.
The poor man stops greeting halfway and gives an awkward smile before returning to his seat, which actually makes me feel calmer about not having to make skin-to-skin contact with someone I don't know.
Filipi's father, unlike his excited son, only gives me a short nod, which I return completely embarrassed.
— That's Niflin, our middle cousin Dante's best friend. —
Filipi indicates the redhead with bright eyes, who thank God is on the other side of the table and much closer to the couple at the end, who are still arguing.
This guy Niflin tries to give me a short nod, as does Vladimir, but I look away from him before he can complete the gesture.
I'm still not good at maintaining eye contact and right now I'm trying to pretend I'm not at a table in the middle of a bunch of extremely dangerous beings who don't seem to like the guy next to me at all.
— Middle cousin? — I ask, so I can start to inform myself with someone which I seem very interested in sharing.
— It's a long story, Karina, you don't need to understand this kind of thing now. — Klaus cuts off the words that Filipi was about to say and ends my fun.
We're silent for a while and two humans appear and start placing various plates and cutlery in front of me and Klaus, but I don't feel like I could eat a grain of rice right now. I'm too excited for this.
— Almost everyone is here, just Dante who can't come, right? — Filipi He tries to start a conversation again and smiles at me, showing me his pointy canines.
— My son is taking care of important matters for the company that Klaus ignores it as he parties around town. — The man who I now know is called Orinn speaks again and seems very irritated, so much so that he and the woman's eyes are increasingly red and their tails are beating from side to side.
Without the tails and horns, I could lie and say that they look a lot like ordinary humans, but the way they move their bodies, the deeper tone of voice they can achieve that makes me shiver, there's nothing human about them. If a child saw one of them on the street, they would definitely say it was a monster.
My body's natural action is to want to get up and run away, but as if he could read my thoughts, Klaus reaches under the table and holds my thighs firmly, which makes me gasp. He plays too loud for me, almost in my private space.
— And is it difficult for Dante to take care of everything alone? — Klaus' tone is Seriously, but I know he's being sarcastic by the look of indifference on his face, which is where I choose to focus so I don't go crazy.
Focus on the full, pink lips and the face that is so masculine and supernatural at the same time, with a very angular jaw and the small sardines on his nose.
Difficult? No, Dante gets all of that straight — Melinda responds, with a shaky laugh.
Are they afraid of Klaus?
— You won't mind if I take a position in the company, then. — His words are smooth as silk, but the two growls that come out of the couple's throats are no joke.
My body responds by tensing up at the sound, so Klaus wraps his tail around my ankle again and strokes me like that, moving up and down a little.
He might just be trying to kill me! How am I supposed to keep a straight face like that?!
You? Take on a position in the company?! — Melinda exclaims and I turn around.
head in time to see her almost spitting out the liquid in her mouth that comes from a luxurious chalice.
— I created my companies from scratch and today they are
incredibly profitable, so I think it's time for me to... help the Dark Elf Company and take over what's rightfully mine. I am the president of the company DEC and you know that... — His hoarse voice, low and much calmer than the couple's, makes me feel several goosebumps on my skin.
— DEC is being very well looked after by Dante!
—But I am the eldest son of the eldest son, it is tradition, Orinn. — He shrugs, leaving me unable to stop noticing him.
— You were the one who gave up the presidency, you little shit! It cannot coming here and thinking that from one day to the next you will take what belongs to my son! — Orinn jumps to his feet from his chair and I can hear his claws sinking into the wood of the table.
Holy shit!
— If you want to call what I did giving up... I don't care. Just know that tomorrow I will be at the company to keep up to date with everything, and if Dante is not sitting in the chair, I will go - he continues threatening and his eyes start to light up yellow in a dangerous way that tells me that he is the strongest Persian in this living room.
— You can't take my son's job! Dante is very good at what he does and
You don't even want the damn company!
He arrives! — Vladimir, the man with gray hair and the blonde's father Embarrassed, he gets up from his chair too. — Enough of all this bullshit! Today is my wife's death anniversary and I don't want to hear any more shit! — His screams and loud growls make almost everyone stand still,
except Klaus who is unfazed. — Let's finish this dinner and tomorrow you will discuss all this!
— But he came to… — Orinn begins to speak.
Tomorrow! — Vladimir growls and everyone stays silent.