Another 2 AM appointment. The Helion Trust CFO entered her chamber, shoulders bent with invisible weight. She’d seen him before—another corporate machine breaking down under pressure.
“The usual?” she asked softly, already opening her arms.
He nodded, collapsing into her embrace like a drowning man finding shore. Outside these walls, he was a ruthless numbers man. Here, he was just another lonely executive paying for warmth.
Seraphina stroked his graying hair, humming a nameless tune. This was her job—using her body and tenderness to provide these power-corrupted men a brief return to humanity. No fancy neuroscience degree needed. She was simply a high-class whore who happened to be exceptional at comforting broken men.