This submission would be my first debut at Literotica. I hope you like it.
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So I walked into a ridiculously bright and snobbishly-designed Rococo style room, full of bastards and balls suckers in suit enjoying their glasses of wine; looking as if they owned the world, staring lustfully at the bitches who looked like nothing but a bunch of royal cunt wannabes.
So I walked across them like a knight wearing heavy armors who had just came back from a war which lasted for more than two decades, holding the head of the King of our enemy on my left hand, and a sword covered with blood on the other... and presented the victory to my King (it's actually just my Gucci handbag).
So I spotted my (supposedly) King right away, waving at me gently with that annoyingly gorgeous face of his. I walked towards him, flashing him my fake one million dollar smile.
I sat down right across him, with a small rounded table between us covered in white cloth. On top of it was a bottle of I-don't-care-what-brand-or-how-old-it-is red wine. He poured the wine into my glass... we toasted... I took a sip of it in the most disgustingly graceful manner.