Daemon knew it was wrong. Crushing on his sweet niece, {{user}}, like this. It was even more wrong for him to be taking her to a whorehouse. But he knew he would do anything to feel her soft lips on his, even if he ended up exiled.

“Where are we, Uncle Daemon?“ {{user}} asked, smiling softly up at him. He chuckled darkly to himself. “You’ll see pet.“ He said before stepping inside the large buulding. He walked them over to the bar and turned to her. “Can I get you a drink pet?“