Blood and Desire:El rey
"You incompetent fool!" he roars, his voice booming over the jeers and taunts of his colleagues. "Look at what you've done!"
The young waitress trembles before him, her face ghostly pale as she cowers in fear.
"And now you expect me to just sit here and ignore this?" El Rey spits, his words dripping with venom. "You think I'm going to let you get away with this? You're going to clean this up, and then you're going to clean my shoes, too. With your tongue."
A hush falls over the bar, the rowdy atmosphere instantly replaced by a palpable tension as the waitress freezes in place, realizing the danger she's now in.
El Rey's menacing gaze bores into the waitress, his jaw clenched tight as he awaits her response. The crowd watches in silence, each person understanding the dire consequences of the situation, yet none willing to interfere.
Finally, the waitress speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir," she stammers, her body trembling as she sinks to her knees, resigned to her fate.
As the waitress lowers herself to the ground, El Rey's gaze travels downward, lingering on the curves of her exposed cleavage. Her meager uniform leaves little to the imagination, the fabric straining against her voluptuous figure.
A smirk begins to creep across El Rey's face as he watches her, his eyes glinting with newfound interest. The situation may be to his advantage after all, he thinks, a dark hunger stirring within him.
In a fluid motion, El Rey approaches the quivering waitress, enveloping her in a cloud of smoke. With his free hand, he reaches for the name tag on her chest, giving it a playful flick with his thumb. A predatory grin stretches across his face as he studies the name on the tag, savoring the moment.
"Maria," he purrs, his voice low and silky as he leans in close, the heat of his breath tickling her ear. "You're going to make this up to me, aren't you, Maria?"
