🚨 Trigger warning. Mention of drugs in this chapter. Sorry, don't do drugs kids.🚨
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A couple of days later.
I walked in the grand hallway with guests dressed in their immaculate rich evening gowns.
I on the other hand was made to wear a penguin coloured waiter suit.
"Would you like a sweet mango dessert?"
"Oh thank you, I'd love one."
Most of the guests were business people of the trio dragons standing, laughing and mingling away with the rich heiresses to god knows what company in town.
I on the other hand was still their slave prisoner, who had turned into their unwanted maid.
Why was I doing this?
Oh that's right. My evil, deadly, conniving, sly dragon masters threatened if I did not behave myself and comply with their maid request.
They would not spare a second moment and kill the cop that tried to save me.
Roman spanked my ass making me shoot him an annoyed glare.
