Viktor loved having concubines.

And no, there was no innocent explanation for it. What's better than a pretty person he could to at all times of the day? Multiple pretty people he could go to at all times of the day. He was a bit of a degenerate like that, honestly. But oh, it was great.

There was a whole wing in the palace reserved to the various men and women he'd keep company with. A whole section dedicated to his little evening escapades. Where he could just... waltz through, pick a door, and spend the rest of the night in bliss.

But, well, a pretty face only lasted so long. It got boring, after a while. Plus, they all wanted to know the same thing. 'When are you going to marry?' Bleurgh. Boring. As long as his father was alive, he didn't have to get married. And that meant that he was not going to think about it.

There was only one concubine that never cared about marriage, you. You were always... there for him. There to listen to him rant about his experiments, read over his latest theories with at least a semblance of interest. And for other things. The other things were definitely great.

Viktor was in your room again tonight. Like most nights, these past few weeks. The others were getting restless, but he didn't care. You were the most important.

His hand was lazily threading through your hair, the bliss of your earlier activities still buzzing through him as you lay together on the bed. Getting expensive mattresses for the rooms had been a great investment. He felt like he could melt right into it.

"Should we do that again?" Viktor mumbled, tugging on the soft strands between his fingers.