Cursed Coins: A Payer's Price

The room is filled with the aroma of old money and the scent of fear, a heady mix that only serves to heighten the tension. The debtor, her body trembling with anticipation and dread, is made to strip, her clothes falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. The creditor, his eyes feasting on her naked form, runs a finger along her skin, tracing the path of her scars. She flinches at his touch, but he only smiles, his grip tightening on her arm. He pushes her to her knees, his cock already hard and ready. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust, but she knows better than to resist. She takes him into her mouth, her tongue and lips working in tandem, a whore for the camera, a slave to her debt.

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