The whore in his lap was whispering into his ear and the dirtier she was, the harder he got. An almost child-like smile was on his face and to be quite honest, this was where he felt most at ease. It was sad, quite sad, but nothing made him feel happier than this. His fingers on the whore's swollen nipples and his lips on her bare neck and her rubbing herself onto him just for the sake of foreplay.

And then, just as he was ready to tell the whore it's about the time she starts taking his clothes off, a suprisingly shocking vision appeared and as his eyes met the eyes of Orlando Sforza, he gasped for a split second and all the joy his body was feeling left him much faster than it came. God. The words that left the mouth of the man standing there were as vile as ever and he felt the strong need to shove his smug face to the ground and smuggle him until he was no more. But instead he just sat there, the whore in hi slap obviously puzzled by what was happening between the two men.

»And what the hell might you be doing here, Sforza?« He pushed the whore aside and she barely caught herself on her feet. he crossed his legs now, leaning forward, his forehead frowning. »Were there no common whores in Milan? Did you have to come all the way to our glorious city? Have your infinite charms stopped working?«

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»So you actually recieved an invitation to Rome? How.. glamurous,« he murmured, his voice filled with strong sarcasm. Who on God's earth would ever invite this sly man-child with no intelectual ability anywhere alongside them? Who would ever want him to come to Rome? »Yes, yes, you should have,« he nodded in all seriousness, feeling obligated to return the favour, so he added, »I guess your life would end up being much more clairvoyant if you used your head to think instead of your cock.« Then he made a grimase, his eyes wandering through the room filled with people who weren't doing much thinking at all. as wasn't he, until the man he despised so much walked into the room to spoil his pleasures.

»So.. what are you doing here, then?« His brows raised in an almost dramatical manner, he opened his hands, palms up, in question. If Orlando Sofrza was so way beyond common whores, why would he take the time being there? Oh, yes, the cocky Milanese thought himself better than Leonello, better than all of Rome combined, probably. God, he hated him for it, he hated him so very much.

He smiled bitterly as Sforza started pounding him with ridiculous accusations of his apetite for men; he had no such craving, and yet still he felt bested by his correspondent, since he had no good reply prepared for such insults. »Yes, well, you always did have a great sense of humour,« he hissed in contempt as he was getting his own glass filled, and his head was turned away from Orlando Sforza.

He only looked at him again when the man started talking once more and again he snorted with mockery. »I wouldn't believe a single word out of your mouth,« he said, raising his own glass to his lips and taking a sip. The wine was bad, it had no specific flavour, however, if a man were to drink enough of it, he was on his way to heaven nevertheless.

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»Yes,« he briefly laughed his little humorous approach off, »yes, from what I've heard of your reputation I'd say that is a fair possibility.« He found the other man so incredibly full of himself for no apparent reason and he had no understanding what so ever as to how he got everything he ever wished for handed to him, although he was certainly not at all good at it. The riches, the lands, the power, the cunts; everything was simply his for the taking while he sat somewhere, his head probably completely empty.

»I am not old, Sforza,« he quickly hissed, »nor am I bitter, with the exception of when it comes to your fine company.« He had no interest in pretending. They weren't fond of each other when they were children and he had no use of his friendship anyway. There was a jelaousy in his heart towards the man who had everything and did nothing, but he would never admit it, not in a million years.

His eyebrows raised as Sforza dared to mock the place he found to be his personal heaven, but he said nothing, trying hard to not be the one to lose it first, although previous experiences pointed towards him from miles away. »My suggestion to you would be to pack up your bags and go back to that hole you crawled from.. in all fairness,« he explained exactly how he felt with a cheery tone, avoiding eye contact by looking down the glass from where he took another few sips. »Nothing for the likes of you,« he responded.

And as he spoke of his sister, Leonello could feel his pulse growing stronger. He didn't have a lot of affection in his heart for Leandra, however he would lose it if that pig would as much as touch her. His hand stopped in the middle of gesture – when he wanted to put his glass down – and he froze for a few seconds before looking Sforza straight into his eyes. »I hope for your own sake and for the sake of your wreched family that you'll keep your grabby hands off my sister.«

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He did not respond, since perhaps it was true and he gave him too much satisfaction by doing so. Yes, he had thought about Orlando Sforza quite often, always thinking of what the man had and did not work for, being jealous of every single one of his achievements he had ever heard of. A small flicker of joy appeared in his eyes, for if he would ever stay in Milan – at the castle of the Sforza family – he knew quite well in whose bed he'd be staying. Lady Korina was indeed very generous, but he did not have the intention of letting her little brother know that anything ever happened between the two. »Perhaps I might take you up on that offer, Sforza,« he replied with a small, yet misteriously satisfied smile on his face. He had a wonderful time with her and he remembered it with glee.

»Yes,« he then made a mocking grimase, »whatever will I do without a woman by my side? I am undoubtedly doomed.« What was a woman? A cunt and a pair of tits. Women were not the centre of life, not for Leonello. He cared very little for what the future held; it was then, this was now. And everything was good with him, his cock did not lose any of it's abilites and if he indeed will become an old and bitter man, he will have a military career to show for it. And who knows, perhaps even a wife with which he might get along in the far future. Perhaps donna Farnese will turn out to be less of a nuisance than expected. »What an incredibly moralistic question coming from you, Sforza. Do you.. judge my infidelity?« His eyebrows raised. How unexpected and, well, quite amusing, to be honest.

He ignored the laugh, although he understood it as an insult and he would repay it when the time is right. »You are indeed full of surprises. I would expect a lot less chivalry of you.« He, himself, would probably do it. If the woman was as giving as his sister was, he would do it. Without remorse. »Screw you,« he murmured into his glass before taking a sip.

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