Count Havton was a man who thrived on indulgence. His castle was filled with luxuries and vices, reflecting his insatiable appetite for pleasure and power.
"Ahahaha! You love it, right, you bitch!?" The Count shouts as his fat body collides with the tied up woman in front of him.
The woman is absolutely not in a situation where she could continue the intercourse, but for Count Havton, it's something that does not concern him.
"Slaves like you have your lives right on my palms! It's a great honor for you to have my noble thing inside, you right!!" He shouts as he pants. A truly, disgusting pant.
Yet, beneath the layers of extravagance, he was a man of great fear. As he sat in his opulent chamber, the news of the ambush on his supply caravan reached his ears, shattering the illusion of security he had built around himself.
