The One with Silk Robe and Red Lace

Part I

This is not happening.

This. Is. Not. Happening.

Cold sweat covered his forehead as one hand came to scratch the back of his neck. He tried to stand straighter, attempting to disguise the nervousness he's feeling but to no avail. He could hear Ralph and Cisco bickering behind him and he took half the mind not to have the most trusted friends he has to be tied up and be burned at the stake for this stupid idea they came up with.

Yes, call him old-fashioned but even at this day and age, there are still customs and principles that he wished had stayed. Like, for example, public execution by beheading. Sounds a little too violent for a gentle soul like him but he can't help thinking his friends would actually deserve it for thinking that he-

"Are you sure you guys don't want to reconsider this? I'm pretty sure my parents would be very disappointed-"

"Oh come on, man! They would never know about all this." Ralph said, waving his finger to gesture at the place they were in. Then he narrowed his eyes and proceeded to point his finger directly at him. "Unless, you tell them of course."


"But you won't." Cisco intercepted his impending objection. He knew how much his friend values his promised words and even if it's a good trait in its nature, there were still times when it can get him into a disadvantage. That's what gotten him to this situation in the first place. "You won't tell them or anyone for that matter and any moment now, you'd have to accept your fate without reservations, no second-guessing, with your whole being and soul because a deal's a deal, right?"

"Ugh." Barry groaned, rubbing his temple with his palm for he could already sense a headache coming. "You're sounding like one of our family counselors right now Cisco and I don't mean that in a-"

"Nah, stop trying to change the topic, man. This is happening whether you like it or not."

The two men had sinister smiles on their faces, clearly enjoying the sight of him almost writhing in frustration mixed with embarrassment.


"Permission to enter the room, sir."

A feminine voice came from the other side of the door, making Barry's nervousness grow tenfold. It didn't help that Cisco and Ralph were obviously excited for him but before he could scold the two, they clearly thought they could speak for him and he didn't want to strangle them both more than he did at that moment.

"Come in!" They cried in unison.

The knob turned ever so slowly and Barry can't help feeling his world is spinning with it.

One by one, women of different appearance and aura filled the room, automatically changing the atmosphere around the three men. Whatever teasing and playful attitude they once held was nowhere to be seen right now. The hostess bowed her head at them before gesturing to the women lining up the expanse of the room.

It was pure silence after that and if it wasn't for Cisco nudging him, Barry would never dare to look at the women before him. He's too much of a gentleman to do as much as glance at them. But his two friends were very persistent and in the end, he knew he could never turn his back to his very own words.

"Pick as many as you like, sir. You can choose anyone you want."

"As many as I…what? No!" Barry literally backed away from the women before him but his friends have other ideas as always.

They gave him the stare down and he silently asked himself if his position ever mattered with these two. They secured him by putting a hand on either side of his shoulders and gave him a stern push towards the front once again.

"Alright, I-uh, I'll just pick one." Just as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately regretted it because then it means he's agreeing to this and it'll be a matter of time before the inevitable happens.

He took a deep breath before tentatively moving his eyes upwards. All of the women were properly groomed, beautiful in their own way but one had almost instantly stood out.

She has platinum blonde hair, stunningly unusual but he found it captivating nonetheless. Her snow white skin seemed soft and smooth to the touch that his fingers twitched as if itching to caress her flesh. But what captivated him the most was her eyes. The depths of endless azure crystals felt like drawing him in but it wasn't just the color that attracted her to him - it's the way they looked at him like they could read his very soul.

Unbeknownst to himself, he seemed as if he had already been chosen by her and not the other way around. His hand moved in their own accord and before he could speak, he's already pointing at her.


There's an unreadable expression in her eye that he found himself to be very persistent in deciphering. But before he could entertain another thought, Cisco and Ralph's loud cheering had brought him back to reality.

"Nice choice, mate." Ralph snickered, sending him a playful wink.

"Duuude, didn't know you had that in you." Cisco hollered as he clapped his back and shove him gently to the direction of the woman he just chose.

He took a tentative step towards her while Ralph leaned closer to his ear before he could advance any further. "Maybe when you're done I could sneak in a few-"

"No way!" He hissed, sending a death glare to his so-called friend. It's not only that he felt uncomfortable with Ralph's behavior but more than that, he felt very protective of the woman he hasn't even met yet. Strange as it is but he didn't give a damn justifying why or how he felt like that but he knew, this woman is someone needed to be treasured.

There's silence after his mini outburst and both Ralph and Cisco was taken aback by his behavior. He's usually light and outgoing and rarely looses his cool so this display of frustration is a new sight to see. What has gotten into him? He shakes his head at that thought then proceeded to what he wanted to do. Taking one long look at her again, he gestured his hand forward.

"I want her."

Back and forth.

Up and down.

Deep breaths.

Deep, calming, stress-reliving breaths.

Yes, that's right.

Just inhale, exhale.


"Everything alright, handsome?"


Barry almost shrieked.

He' been so deep in thought that he barely recognized the door opening, a voice coming from a woman startled him and he almost shrieked. Heaven knows he'll never hear the end of it if his friends know that him, the crown-

"You know we don't have to do this if you're not up for it, right?"

For the second time that night, his eyes met hers, heart beating fast and shallow and he has found himself dumbfounded yet again. He's so used to seeing beautiful girls, like it's already part of his life to mingle with them during meetings and parties but even the word beautiful would do her no justice.

She's literally a goddess sent from the high heavens and he's a mortal lucky enough to be graced with her very presence.

"I-uh, no, uhm, I mean-" He started blabbering, internally cringing for he was not used to displaying such lack of confidence. He never had a problem when voicing out his thoughts to other monarchs nor did he cower when giving out orders to his men but why does he have to be so tongue-tied when all he has to do was stand in front of her and not even utter a word?

"Relax, handsome."

She made his way towards him, every step were alluring, as if casting a spell over him that he would never break even if he wanted to. She ran her hands over his shoulders, his muscles rippling underneath her touch and it took all of his strength not to moan into the sensation.

"Just relax."

She made her way to the center of the room, opting for him to follow as she sat down on the huge exquisite bed and patted the space beside her.


He automatically followed, eyes closing as her scent permeated his whole being, making his senses come alive. He could feel her getting closer, a hand coming up to caress his cheek. His eyes snapped open and when he sees hers in such close proximity, he can't help but see something more in them - something he was not able to see earlier.

"Where would you like to start?"



She quickly straddled him, outlining his lips with her index finger as she sensually licked hers. Barry's face was red as tomato, his hands coming to rest around her waist subconsciously. He gaped at her, not really knowing what to do in a situation like this. If his friends and his knights would see him right now, he'd be a laughing stock for all of eternity, that's for sure.

Yes, he's the crown prince of this current monarchy, the heir to the throne and at age twenty-four, he's definitely a virgin.

That's why he's in this godforsaken brothel in the first place - to get laid.

Or that what was his friends had intended to happen but in all honesty, he'd rather much save himself until marriage. Besides, it's only a little under a year before the official proclamation of his inheritance to the throne and by then, who knows what his parents will decide for his own marriage. Then he wouldn't even have to face this embarrassment at all.

If it wasn't for that stupid bet…

"Or here.."

Her voice quickly brought him out of his thoughts, his senses heightened as she slowly caressed his chest over his dark button-up shirt. She unbuttoned the first two on his shirt, all the while not breaking eye contact with him. His breath hitched under her ministrations, hands gripping her tighter without him even noticing he's doing it.

Suddenly, she removed herself from his lap and off the bed as he tried his best not to whimper at the lost of contact. Her eyes slowly traveled from his face down to his chest and continuously went further down as she nibbled her lip.

Barry had been furiously blushing ever since she made her presence felt but when he noticed the way where her eyes are going, he immediately felt self-conscious, grabbing a nearby pillow to obscure her sight from what was actually happening…down there.

"I-I, uh, this - uhm…"

He started babbling, cheeks already burning it almost felt like he would combust any minute now. And to be honest, he's secretly hoping that something like that would happen because he doesn't know how much of this embarrassment he could take.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, shifting comfortably on the bed trying to come up with an excuse to end this awkward situation he's finding himself in. But before he could utter a word, his world seemed to have slowed down when he heard the most magical sound that has ever resounded in his ears.

She's giggling.

He immediately shot her a look, brows furrowing in confusion as he watched her trying to conceal her obvious amusement towards this whole ordeal.

He cleared his throat just to be sure, "What's so funny, miss?"

She made an effort to stop her giggles before recomposing herself. In a matter of seconds, her face returned to its usual passiveness as if what happened moments again didn't really occur. She locked her eyes at him before making her move.

Barry could only watch in anticipation as he held his breath. His heart races with every languid step she took, stalking him like a predator does to its prey. She slowly climbed back to the bed, eyes never leaving his as she crawled towards him. He clutched the pillow tighter to his body, sweat forming on his forehead due to the sensation she's delivering him.

She drew a lone finger from his exposed chest and slowly dragging it towards his collarbone then to the side of his neck, grazing his jaw and ended at the corner of his lips. The corner of her lip curved slightly upwards upon noticing the way his breath hitch with every movement of her finger.

Barry was on edge, his whole being anticipating her next move. He held his breath when he felt her face drawing closer to his, breath and warmth almost mingling with hers. He watched as her mouth went slightly ajar and he found himself doing the same. Never in his life has he felt such passion, such desire to be with someone and it's all coming as a surprise to him because this is all new to him and he gets to experience it with someone he barely knew.

All of the anticipation comes slowly to and end as he leaned forward, his lips mere centimeters from hers.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

She blurted out, successfully disrupting their moment and what could have been. Barry was clearly taken aback, whether because of their ruined moment or by her incredulous question he didn't know for sure.

"Wh-what?! Uh, n-no I-'m-" He rambled, watching as she left his personal space with a satisfied smirk in her face. Confusion grew inside him as he thought of how abruptly contradicting her behavior has been. One time she's all over him then the other, she seemed as if she wants to mock him. Seriously, what was wrong with this woman?

"Oh really?" She got off the bed once again, finding herself perched on the loveseat across the bed. She reached for a grape in the platter nearby, consuming it Cleopatra-like before locking her eyes again with his. "Because it seems like this is your first time having a woman this close to you."

"Please." He scoffed. This woman clearly has a way of getting into him, whether it be passionate emotions or unreasonable annoyance, she didn't seem to have a problem either way. He could his emotions shifting, suddenly offended by the way she's talking to him. Does she even know who she's talking to? "How could you even say that? You don't even know me!"

"Yeah, you're right. I may not know you but I know the likes of you."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Her intense glare had him stumbling with his words. Does she actually know his status in life and just pretends she doesn't so she could catch him off guard? Is she one of those people who holds a grudge against the royal family? Does she-

He mentally stopped himself from overthinking. He doesn't need that uncertainty right now. He needed to stay level headed to be able to come out of this situation alive. Yes, he's a bit melodramatic that way.

"Hmm, let's just say, you're not like most of my customers here, boya." She smirked.

Did she actually just call him a boy? The nerve of this woman!

She took another grape in her mouth as if crushing his masculinity along with it. "You see, most if not all of who come here were like a dying man in a desert desperate for even just a drop of water from our finger." she gave him a pointed look. "You're not like them."

"Are you insinuating that I'm not man enough to handle a woman like you?!" He snapped, getting off the bed to tower before him from where she almost lay on the couch. He had his arms crossed in front of him in defense, nose flaring in anger.

"I didn't say that." She said oh so casually. "What I'm trying to say is that, the moment those men step foot in this place, they were like wild beasts hungry for their pound of flesh. They'd be kissing, groping and using women like they own them but you-" She lifted a finger to gesture to his stiff body. "You haven't done anything like that since you came here."

"Of course, I won't! That's not how my mother raised me. She taught me that women are to be cherished and loved, respected and honored as they were supposed to be." He exclaimed, gesturing wildly for he never was one to have outbursts like these. He always tried to be understanding and see the good in people but if there's one thing he could not stand, it's when people play with his feelings because he may admit it or not but he had always been emotional. His father always let's him know how he usually wear his heart upon his sleeves.

He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled. "And besides, I haven't even been…"

"Been what?" She asked.

He immediately caught himself before he says something he shouldn't and regrettably add fuel to the fire. "It's none of your concern."

"So you're admitting you're a virgin then, momma's boy?" She stood up to his level, eyes narrowing at him as she put one hand against her hip, her robe of silk swaying to one side.

"And so what if I am? At least I wasn't the one selling my body like a prosti-"

"If I were you, I wouldn't finish that sentence boya." She threatened, her body tensed as if he touched a very sensitive subject.

"But it's true! Isn't it? You're a prostitut-"

A crisp resounding slap echoed throughout the room, making way for a deafening sound that followed. Barry took a couple of steps back due to both shock and the impact of her slap. He slowly caressed his burning flesh, its sting pricking his skin but he knew he deserved it. She may have provoked him beyond his limits but be he is a gentleman first and foremost and he knew he'd have to make up for the way he behaved just a few moments ago.

She silently sat down on the couch once more, hands clasped each other tightly as she held them close to her chest. A surge of emotions flowed through her and her eyes were a clear reflection of the storm inside her.

Barry took a step toward her, studying her gently as he crouched down in front of her. He knew, just by one look in her eyes, that there's more to her than she lets on. This is one of the talents he inherited from his mother - the ability to see through a person and tell whether they are good or not. And she, definitely, is a good one.

He tentatively placed a hand on her knee, trying to soothe the inner turmoil that has been rolling off her in waves.

"I'm not like that, okay? I'm not a prostitute." She shoved his hand away from her knee, shifting her body on the opposite direction as she tried to conceal her emotions from him.

"Hey, hey." Barry carefully sat down next to her, giving her enough space to move around. The last thing he needs right now is to make her feel more uncomfortable than he already did but he doesn't want her to close herself off again now that he seemed to finally have a peek of who she really is.

So with utmost care he extended a hand towards her, holding her arm gently to coax her into facing him. She immediately stiffened under is touch, head snapping to look at him with dread in her eyes.

"Don't touch me!" She exclaimed but Barry could feel the fight draining from her. Whatever facade she's trying to put up here, he knows she can't hold onto it much longer. She tried to fight his advances but Barry was more determined to get through to her.

"Hey, it's okay." He succeeded in drawing her in for a tight hug. It's strange really, to comfort someone he just met that same day but feel like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to do. Having her in his arms gave him an unusual sense of peace and belongingness. It was something he hasn't experienced yet but it's not unwelcome either.

When he felt that she has already calmed down, he took a bold step of caressing her soft locks, drawing her closer as he whispered to her ear "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings like that."

"I'm not what you think I am." She mumbled rather defensively but made no sign of detaching herself from him.

"Okay, I know that now. I'm sorry." He slowly leaned backwards so he could see her face. He knew he needed to let her see the sincerity of his apology in his eyes and that he mean no judgement for what he's about to say. "But the way you've advanced towards me earlier I somehow deduced that-"

"You don't have to explain, really. That's my fault. I shouldn't have teased you." She sat straighter on the couch, slowly detaching herself from him and Barry unconsciously pouted at the loss of contact. She straightened out her silk robe, tying it even more securely as she leaned to the other side of the couch and took a sip of water. Her eyes darting anywhere but him.

Before the silence goes awkward, Barry cleared his throat, "I guess we're even now, right? I mean we both had done and said some things but that's-"

"Not yet."

"What do you mean-"

"Clearly, you paid a lot to book me for this night and seeing that this is also my job, it's only fair that I do something to…entertain you." She stood up from the couch and made her way toward him, her demeanor changing once again. And the playful glint in her eyes-

Oh, it's definitely back.

He immediately scrambled to his feet, trying to make up excuses to not let this situation be out of hand more than it already is.

"Wait, no. There's no need for that, really. I don't even care about the money. It's bad enough that I made you feel terrible so please-"

She gently pushed him back down on the plush cushions, smiling devilishly at him before he heard the one word that literally made his world stop spinning.


End of Part I

AN: To the guest who asked for the continuation of the one-shot, The Enchantress, I actually made a multi-chapter fic of it that I've yet to finish. Kindly visit my profile to check it out. Thanks for showing so much interest in it.