We Live a Dying Dream

Harem

Key Three: Harem:

The jasmine perfume made Allen's stomach turn. Probably because he was so used to smelling death and rot. Then again, the perfume lay heavy on top of the rot. Allen covered his nose, backing up.

"Don't mind the smell," Marion said. "They try to doll it up." She pushed open the thick red curtains. Allen's eyes grew wide at the lavender and pink in the room. Red wine flowed like waterfalls into white marble fountains. Silk covered the floor. Soft music, possibly jazz, floated through the air. The room had no windows, but artificial lighting. Allen stared at the female angels trapped inside circular gold cages lined with silk.

"What is this?" he asked.

"The Doll House," Marion said.

"The Doll House?"

"This is where we pleasure angels before going to the toy box."

Allen's face twisted up as he took a guess at what she was talking about. "No…. Don't tell me…" It was then he noticed that most of the angels looked so docile, almost asleep. "What's wrong with them?"

Marion bit on her lower lip. "Uh… well…"

"Marion?" a small voice asked. The angels outside the cage looked up and saw a biracial angel looking out. She only had on a silk cloak around her shoulders.

"Yes," Marion said. "It's me." The angel in the cage perked up.

"You're back!" she said.

Marion patted the angel on the head. "Yes, I am back." The smaller angel rested her head against her chest. She happened to look up and notice Allen staring at her.

"Is he going to buy us?" she asked. The male angel raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked.

"No, no, dearest," Marion said. "He's like us."

"He is?" The biracial angel narrowed her deep brown eyes. "How?"

"I am a tower angel, I guess."

"Oh," Marion said. "Alma, this is Allen. Allen, Alma." The angels awkwardly waved.

"Hi," they said. Allen staggered backwards, covering his nose.

"Oh, don't mind the smell," Alma said. "The perfume isn't so bad once you get used to it."

"What is that?" Allen asked.

"We can't be so sure," Marion said. "They are constantly spraying it around us." Judging by the sleepy-looking dolled up angels in their cages, Allen had a few guesses of what the perfume was.

"So… why exactly did you bring me here?" he asked.

"For your safety," Marion said.

"Huh?" Allen asked.

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

Marion pressed her hand to her forehead. "You really are clueless, aren't you?" She lifted her head. "They don't take too kindly to angels roaming around alone in the halls."

Allen tilted his head. "Really?"

"Yeah. If they catch an angel wandering around alone, they will beat them until they cough up blood."

He frowned as his eye twitched. Where have I heard that one before? "Hey, can I stay here for a while? If I go back to her, I think I might snap."

For once today, Marion smiled a little smile. "Sure, do as you like."

Allen bowed his head. "Thanks."

"Yeah, whatever."

Back in her room, Road placed a call for a special order with her plans.

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