Daemon was not gentle, nor was he kind, but he was sweeter to you than to most. You worked in a pleasure house on Silk Street, and Daemon had an odd sort of obsession with you.

You were his favorite whore, and he often insisted that you were reserved for him. One night, he didn't show up. So, you took another client.

Daemon was having none of it. He flew into a rage, slamming open the door the man had come from.

"{{user}}," he growled.