Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 43: Elena

Liam was still trying to figure it out when a voice cut through the music.

"Good evening, everyone!"

A man in his fifties stood on a raised platform near the back of the room, holding a champagne flute.

Tanned skin, grey hair slicked back, wearing a suit that probably cost more than Liam’s whole belongings.

He had the easy confidence of someone who owned the room—literally.

"Welcome to tonight’s gathering. For those of you who are new, let me go over how we do things here."

Liam’s attention snapped to him. The man’s tone was casual, friendly even, but there was something practiced about it. Like he’d given this speech a hundred times.

"The wristbands indicate your preferences and boundaries. Blue means you’re single and here to mingle. Pink means you’re here as a couple, exploring together. Orange means you’re observing tonight, socializing only, no physical participation. And gold means you’re experienced, a regular, donor, who’s comfortable with everything this space offers."

Liam’s eyebrows furrowed.

’Physical participation?’

"This is a space for consenting adults," the man continued, his voice smooth and practiced. "A place to form connections—intellectual, emotional, and yes, physical—without judgment. But consent and respect are our foundation. If someone says no, you accept it gracefully and move on. No pressure. No persistence. Clear communication is everything."

The words were sinking in now, slow and heavy. Liam felt his chest tighten.

’Hold on. Swingers parties? I thought those only existed in movies and Reddit stories. What the fuck?’

"The main floor is for getting to know each other," the man said, gesturing around the room. "Talk. Dance. Relax. Upstairs..." he pointed toward a wide staircase at the far end of the room, "—are private rooms for those who wish to take things further. But again, everything is entirely optional. You’re in control of your own experience."

He raised his glass.

"So enjoy yourselves. And remember, what happens here stays here."

The crowd erupted in polite applause. Liam just stood there, his mind racing.

’A swingers party. Kelvin brought me to a swingers party.’

He turned to Kelvin, mouth half-open, but before he could get a single word out, a woman appeared at Kelvin’s side.

She was gorgeous. Maybe twenty-four, twenty-five. Long dark hair, red dress cut low, gold wristband gleaming on her wrist. She smiled at Kelvin, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

"Mind if I borrow him?" she asked, her voice smooth as silk.

"Wait..." Liam started, but Kelvin was already being led away, disappearing into the crowd with a backwards wave.

And just like that, Liam was alone.

He stood there, hands sliding into his pockets, trying to look like he had any idea what he was doing.

Around him, people laughed and talked like this was the most normal thing in the world. Like standing in a mansion full of strangers wearing color-coded wristbands was just another weekend.

’This is insane. Rich people are absolutely insane.’

He scanned the room for Kelvin but saw no sign of him. Perfect. Just perfect.

"First time?"

Liam turned. A blonde woman stood beside him, maybe twenty-five, wearing a tight silver dress that stopped mid-thigh. She had a pink wristband and a smile that was way too eager.

"Yeah," Liam said.

"I could tell." She giggled, stepping closer. Her perfume was strong, floral and suffocating. "You look nervous. Don’t be. Everyone’s super friendly here."

"Right."

She leaned in, her fingers brushing his arm. "So what are you into? Like, what made you want to come? Are you more of a watcher, or do you prefer to jump right in?"

Liam took a step back. "I’m just here with a friend."

"Oh, come on." Her smile widened. "Don’t be shy. I love helping out the new guys. They’re always so..."

"I’m good. Thanks."

Her smile faltered. "Wow. Okay. Rude."

Liam didn’t respond. She huffed, muttered something under her breath, and walked off, heels clicking angrily against the marble.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. ’Maybe I should just find Kelvin and leave.’

But even as he thought it, he didn’t move. He just stood there, watching the room. Watching people talk and laugh and touch each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.

’Maybe I should just find Kelvin and get out of here.’

But even as he thought it, his feet didn’t move. He just stood there, watching the room. Watching people interact with an ease that felt foreign to him.

’I’m still here though. Why am I still here?’

"That was quick."

Liam turned.

A woman stood beside him, and for a second, he just stared.

She looked around twenty-seven, maybe twenty-eight. Tall, easily five-nine before the black heels added another three inches. But it wasn’t her height that caught his attention first.

It was her hair, rich brown with hints of amber in the light, falling in loose waves past her shoulders. And her eyes were hazel—warm and striking, flecked with gold and green as she looked at him.

She wore a dark green dress, sleeveless, the neckline dipping in a way that was alluring without being excessive, framing her huge boobs. The fabric hugged her waist before flaring slightly at her hips, emphasizing her hourglass silhouette.

A gold wristband circled her left wrist.

Above her head, a number appeared.

[80/100]

Liam blinked. She was beautiful, yeah. But more than that, she was different. Not the fantastical hair and eyes, but the way she carried herself. Confident. Composed. Like she’d seen everything this room had to offer and was waiting for something new.

"That girl was persistent," she said, glancing in the direction the blonde had gone.

"Yeah."

"You handled it well." She took a sip from the champagne flute in her hand. "Most guys would’ve let her keep talking just to be polite."

Liam shrugged. "Didn’t see the point."

Her lips curved into a small smile. "Honest. I like that."

She didn’t push further. Just stood there, sipping her champagne, seemingly comfortable with the silence. Liam shifted his weight, glancing around the room before looking back at her.

[Bio uploaded: Elena Ashford. Age 27. Heiress to the Ashford Holdings fortune, one of the seven wealthiest families in the state. Has a sharp tongue and finds most social circles insufferably predictable. Comes to these parties looking to get laid without the usual pretense.]

Liam stared at the woman with green hair, Elena.

’One of the seven wealthiest families? And she’s talking to me? What the hell is happening right now? Maybe the system’s glitching. There’s no way...’

"So... what’s your name?" he asked, needing to confirm.

"Elena." She paused. "And you?"

"Liam."

"Liam," she repeated, like she was testing how it sounded. "First time at something like this?"

"Yeah. My friend dragged me here. Didn’t tell me what kind of party it was until..." He gestured vaguely around the room.

Elena laughed softly. "That must’ve been a surprise."

"You could say that."

"And? What do you think so far?"

Liam hesitated. ’Kelvin didn’t exactly give me a crash course on what to say at one of these things.’

"Honestly? It’s weird," he said finally. "But not... bad weird. Just different. I don’t really know anyone here, and everyone seems like they’ve done this a hundred times. I’m just kind of... here."

Elena’s smile widened slightly, genuine amusement flickering in those red eyes. "That’s refreshing."

"Refreshing?"

"Most people try to sound experienced even when they’re not. Or they overcompensate, act like they’re completely comfortable when they’re clearly not. You’re just being honest about it." She tilted her head. "That’s why I came over here."

"Because I have no idea what I’m doing?"

"Because you’re not pretending." She took another sip of her champagne.

"Everyone here talks the same way. Acts the same way. It gets boring after a while. But you?" She gestured at him with her glass.

"You’re not trying to impress anyone. You’re just standing here looking like you’re still deciding if you want to stay or leave. And that’s more interesting than anything I’ve heard all night."

Liam didn’t know what to say to that. He glanced down at his blue wristband, then back at her gold one.

"So... you come to these often?" he asked.

"Often enough." Elena set her empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray. "I’ve been part of this scene for a few years now. It has its moments, but like I said, it can get repetitive."

"Then why keep coming?"

She smiled. "Because every once in a while, someone interesting shows up."

Liam felt his face heat slightly. He looked away, scanning the room again. "I don’t know if I count as interesting. I’m just trying not to look completely out of place."

"You are out of place," Elena said matter-of-factly. "But that’s exactly what makes you interesting."

There was a pause. Elena studied him for a moment, her eyes sharp and assessing. Then she tilted her head slightly.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What made you stay? After you realized what kind of party this was, you could’ve left. But you didn’t. Why?"

Liam thought about it. Really thought about it.

’Why am I still here?’

"I don’t know," he admitted. "Curiosity, maybe? Or maybe I just didn’t want to bail on Kelvin after he went through the trouble of bringing me. I’m not sure yet."

Elena’s smile softened. "That’s a good answer."

She looked at him for a long moment, then glanced toward the staircase at the far end of the room.

"Come with me," she said.

Liam’s stomach dropped. "Where?"

"Upstairs."

He stared at her. "You serious?"

"Very."

His heart started pounding. Not the excited kind of pounding, the kind that made his chest feel tight and his thoughts race.

"This is crazy. I don’t even know her. I don’t know what’s up there. But would anyone actually say no to someone as hot as her?’

He did remember the host mentioning it was called a playroom, which... honestly sounded kinda fun? Maybe they play games or something first before going to the actual bedroom. Not that he didn’t want to...

But he didn’t move.

Elena extended her hand, her eyes steady on his.

"You can say no," she said quietly. "But I think you’re curious. And I think you want to see what happens next."

Liam looked at her hand. Then at her face.

His brain was screaming at him to walk away. But his body wasn’t listening.

’Whatever, I’m just gonna go’

Because she was right. He was curious. And despite everything—the mansion, the wristbands, the crowd of strangers—he wanted to know what came next.

Slowly, Liam reached out and took her hand.

"Alright," he said, his voice quieter than he intended. "Let’s go." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Elena’s smile didn’t change. She just turned and led him toward the stairs.

As they walked, Liam’s mind raced. He didn’t know what was upstairs. Didn’t know what Elena expected. Didn’t know if this was a good idea or the worst decision he’d ever made.

But he kept walking.

Because for the first time all night, he wanted to find out.