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A/N: This chapter probably went through more changes than some of the others. So, if you read the first version of Alluvion's Water Lily, well this one is different. I rewrote the first section completely and even added a section.

The beginning of this chapter is slightly spicy (so NSFW); as I stated above, I changed it from the original because I didn't like the way it played out the first time I wrote it out.

Also, because this is one of the shorter chapters I will be posting Chapter 25 also today (a few minutes or so after this one).

The Femme Fatale's current Toy sits on his knees, without a single stitch of clothing on his body, awaiting instruction. He's excitable and wants to please her, but he is doing a decent job of sitting there, quiet, and abiding by her rules. She will touch him first, and only when she is ready. She will set the ground rules for what activities the day will hold. However those activities will have even more ground rules she will insist he follow. "Go. Lay prone on the bed. You aren't allowed to touch yourself. When I approach you still aren't allowed to touch me."

She removes her robe, letting it glide down to the plush carpeting, and she almost breaks her strict expression with a smile when she sees the fingers on both of his hands twitch. She walks over to the side of the bed closest to her and traces a delicate path along his closest arm. "So eager. Aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Hmm. Mistress. It's not a title she forced upon him, but she could grow to like it. Perhaps she should add that to her long list of rules. Her Toys should call her Mistress until she lets them know they have graduated to a higher rank and are no longer required to do so.

She kneels on the mattress and crawls over to him. Letting her budded nipples teasingly trail over his body. His hands lift up at the wrists. His fingertips briefly tease against her skin. "Sorry, Mistress, it was an accident."

Her disappointment colors the sigh that releases from her parted lips. "I'm sure it was, but you still broke the rules." The Femme Fatale considers how to punish him. She is awfully worked up herself, something about being called Mistress had aroused her. She pulls open her bedside table and pulls out one of her many toys. "Now you have to watch me pleasure myself, without touching yourself. Without bringing yourself relief."

A groan of muffled disappointment releases hidden between the Toy's teeth. Hmm. His interest in play seems to be starting to fade. "Fine," she returns the original toy back to the drawer and pulls out a different one. This one has a remote to control the setting. "You can control the vibration, but you still can't touch yourself."

The Toy is definitely learning, after the Femme Fatale achieves her own orgasm she feels giving to whichever lover is in her bed. He is so wound up that her touch nearly brings him to a rapid orgasm, but he manages to finish off in her mouth the first time she takes him into the back of her throat.

After that Toy is gone the Femme Fatale groans out her emerging annoyance. She can't help it. She misses one of her first clients. Up until semi recently he had still been asking for some private time with her, even though he had most definitely 'graduated' from her training. Hell, he didn't even need the training; he was that gifted. I wonder why he hasn't reached out lately. That thought has her pulling out her leather agenda book. She also has her schedules on her computer, and on her phone, but she also wanted something old school and personal. Huh, it's been months since he last called me. What could be keeping him away? I know he has a busy schedule, but he would still try to put aside some personal time for play.

The twenty something Current holds her stuffed animal tight against her body. She can't help but be excited. Tomorrow she plans on monitoring the company building from the sidewalk. Someone that she knows who works within the building let it slip that the Alluvion members would be getting new hairstyles for their upcoming Comeback. Well, truthfully she doesn't actually know the staff member who let it slip. She just happened to overhear them say something a few days ago when she was eating at the same restaurant as they were.

She only started frequenting that restaurant when she learned that some of the employees of Essentials Entertainment tend to take their lunches there instead of the cantina within the building. She's learned a lot ever since she started going there for her own lunch. "Who do you think will dye their hair this time, Jiyoon?" She asks her stuffed animal. "Speaking of hair. Your fur seems to have a mind of its own." She rubs her fingers over her stuffed animal's head to get the hair like strands to lay down and cooperate. Then she smiles at the gold clover hanging from the collar around his neck. It has her remembering the moment when she was given it.

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His face is cast in shadow as he hands her the gift bag. "I saw you looking so sad yesterday as you were walking home from school. I wanted to do something to cheer you up."

She pushes away the tissue paper to pull the plushie from inside. "Why a black cat? They are supposed to be bad luck."

He shrugs his shoulders. "Personally, I believe we make our own luck."

She looks down into the green eyes of the kitty. "Then her name will be Jiyoon. It means good luck and purpose, after all."

"Hm, and if you tack on your surname then you would be just reiterating how accurate that is. Basically saying she has the power and authority to be good luck."

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He has always been so smart. The twenty something Current can't help but think to herself.

The shadow man glares at the photo in his hand. It's supposed to be a teaser for their new song, but why is it simply a picture of a couple of dice? The numbers on the dice don't even make sense. The first dice is a number one, and the second is a 24 indicating the release date. Are the dice representing fate? A Gamble? Luck? And if it is luck, does it represent good or bad?

"Fuck!" He balls up the photo in his hand and throws it. It lands on his kitchen table. He turns away, not wanting to focus on the bright orange piece of paper that it landed on. Unfortunately there is no use trying to ignore the words written on that paper. They depict his own string of bad luck after all.

He palms his head in his hands, viciously threading his fingers through his hair. I need to do something about it and fast. An idea immediately occurs to him.

The shadow man goes over to his closet and pulls out the shoes that 'he' never had a chance to wear. He opens the shoe box lid before grabbing a sharpie. He takes a moment to remember and mentally picture the exact details before he writes along the side of the sneaker. The slippery smooth fabric doesn't take the ink and he curses aloud throwing the useless marker at the wall.

Fuck! What am I going to do? He asks himself while raking his fingers through his hair once more.

The stranger traces his eyes over the monitor of his computer screen. Who knows how many times he has traced his eyes over the same words. All he is certain of is that he still hasn't found anything interesting there. He barely restrains himself from throwing the monitor across the room.

"It's not my personal computer. I don't want to have to pay for it. Even if it is slightly outdated." He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his contacts.

The greasy slimeball answers on the third ring. "Do you have anything new for me?"

Like a large feral feline they lie in wait for their prey. It's only a matter of time before they learn what the game plan is. Sooner rather than later they will come to identify who the beautiful woman is, and why she's here in Seoul. The corner of their mouth lifts as they chuckles darkly. Soon. I just have to be patient.