I’d given Ana a special kind of power, when she realised that I was horny for her but wasn’t going to fuck her.
Not as long as she was my client was my caveat, but I don’t think she understood that. She’d finally noticed that I existed, that I was only about her age, and that I seemed actually to be on her side, but she didn’t think about me much more than that.
And I wanted her, but wouldn’t take her. That made it safe for her to play a game she enjoyed. She teased the gods. She took risks, and defied luck or fate to smack her down. With me she’d found a an authority figure, a very small god, who wouldn’t smack her down.