CHAPTER 1: USED ON THE LADDER
SEIKA’S POV
The Nordian palace always smells like s*x and danger.
I've been here long enough to stop noticing. Long enough that the scent clings to my skin, my hair, seeps into my pores until I can't tell where the palace ends and I begin.
My name is Seika. I’m twenty-three, and for five years, my world has been this: a conquered Earth, a lavish palace, and my purpose.
I am a Comfort-Maid. My body is not my own. It’s a vessel, a plaything, a living, breathing instrument for the pleasure of Earth’s new rulers. And they are… gods.
The Nordians are tall, most of them well over six and a half feet, built like warriors from some ancient, erotic fantasy.
Their skin is marked with glowing tattoos that light up when they're turned on.Strong jaws, sharp cheek
