Aurora knelt at the center of the marble stage, arms bound behind her back with silk rope, a blindfold covering her eyes. Her chest heaved with nervous breath, n*****s swollen, lips trembling. The collar around her neck was still white—but not for long.
Tonight was her transformation.
Tonight, she would be claimed.
The Playground’s circular arena was packed. Billionaires sat in leather armchairs, drinks in hand, eyes hungry. Some whispered. Others watched in silence, waiting for the show. The chandeliers overhead cast flickering gold light across the floor, but the stage was brightest. There was no room for shadows tonight.
Celeste stood just behind Aurora, fully nude except for the thick black collar Damian had gifted her weeks ago. Her body was polished, oiled, glistening. She was re
