"I..."
Vivian's voice was dry, "I'm not going..."
The man didn't take her refusal seriously.
"Mr. Frank has prepared a gift for you." He opened his palm, revealing a black memory stone. "Once you receive it, you'll definitely want to keep your appointment."
Vivian hesitated as she picked up the stone. The instant she touched the smooth surface, vivid images shot into the air. A large bed draped in deep red velvet, a naked girl, and a muscular man entwined...
She snapped the stone shut with a click, her lips trembling, her face entirely drained of color.
The visitor smiled knowingly and invited Vivian to board the carriage behind him. The pale-faced girl gathered her skirt, nervously climbed into the compartment, and clutched the stone tightly.
