So many occasions, parties and official social events alike, he slips away, leaving all his guests to their dancing and fine wine, to take you to his room… His hands are careless with your clothes, moving them aside or off as rough as he likes, as if they weren't fine, expensive dresses. The cold metal of his solid gold rings brushing against your skin makes you shiver, and it strokes his ego, thinking that your reaction is from his touch alone. You're a little bratty, often babbling on about how you should be the only one he needs