#banknote counting machine

[that-filthy-dog]

maar ik ben er nog en jij ook

(but im still here, and you are too)

female reader x vampire!joost

summary: while on vacation in the netherlands with a friend, you find yourself enamored by the strange employee at an internet cafe

word count: 7424

content warnings: 18+ RPF SMUT, biting, blood, blood play, blood drinking, pain play, unprotected piv

a/n: This is for 80 followers!!! Thank you all so so much, I love you all, I love getting comments and questions and all the brilliant kindness you all have shown me in the short time since I joined!

Also, this is a early 2000s AU, not that i lived through that in any meaningful way besides being a dumb child but i have such an affinity for it i had to. internet cafe is soooo 2004-2007 to me.

i think about vampire!joost so much i mind need to make my own headcanons posts because its like bad bad, im obsessed.

You stare at the dingy storefront building, trying to decide if you want to go in or not. It looked…scuzzy. A big sign hangs on the front, kind of flapping in the wind, that reads "YES WE ARE OPEN", a neon sign blinks "OPEN", on the glass door vinyl letters read "Internet Cafe 24/7".

It's two pm on a Monday, so you're not exactly shocked they're open. There's a couple of patrons at the desks, you slink past them as you enter. A stern looking man sits at the desk, he has an eye patch, and a pin on his suit jacket says 'manager'. You're as thrilled as he is to be here, which is to say not very. But your friend wanted to check her email and she had met a guy that recommended this place, so you rent two computers and wait for her. She had gotten sidetracked talking to another girl on the street.

But the next time you come back, two days later just after one in the morning you are a little surprised to see it is in fact still open. You couldn't sleep, and figure it's probably the most pleasant place to spend the night. There's a different employee behind the desk now, of course. He's wearing headphones and an unfriendly scowl on his face, and you want to talk to him less than the manager.

You sigh and steel yourself, approaching the desk. He looks up before you have a chance to say anything, there's a cigarette hanging from his lips despite the No Smoking sign on the wall behind him.

"Ja?" He says simply, blowing the smoke away from you, pushing his headphones to rest around his neck.

"Uh, hi. Can I get two hours on a computer?" You give a small smile.

He blinks at you, his lashes darkened by mascara fluttering. You realize how cute he is when he looks up at you like that, the black eyeshadow around his eyes, they're blue, like ice blue, lighter around the pupil slightly. You're so focused, so entranced by his eyes that you almost don't hear what he's saying. "Why?"

"Huh? Why?" You ask, trying to process the question. You know what he's asking, the manager guy asked the same question the other day.

"Ja. What do you want to use the computer for?" He ashes the cigarette and takes another drag.

"Um. Internet. I'm just here to check my email and like- MySpace." You fumble to get the money from your bag.

"Sending email is extra." He says simply. He doesn't wear a pin like his manager does. You wonder if it would just say 'Internet Cafe Employee' if he did.

"I know. I was here the other day." You sigh, handing over the banknotes.

"It's dumb, huh?" The Employee messes with the little cash register machine on the desk.

"Yeah. A little." You chuckle, watching him put the cash away and gather up your change and a little receipt. He takes a moment to scribble on the receipt before handing it over.

"You're at fourteen." He points out into the rows of computers. You glance at the receipt quickly and see he wrote the number there too and pocket it.

"Thanks, dude." You say, smiling.

He smiles back, it's small, courteous, but it's cute. He's cute.

You find your way to the computer, and are secretly glad the employee didn't sit you next to any of the few patrons here. It's a little close to the desk, actually. But maybe it's just because you're a foreigner and he doesn't trust you, you do feel his eyes on you. Though, everytime you glance over he isn't looking, so you tell yourself you're imagining it.

You're there for about an hour before someone has a problem that the employee has to address. He walks past you to get there, you glance up after getting a chill, goosebumps on your arms, to see him walking down the aisle away from you. You go back to what you were doing, commenting on someone's MySpace blog, but when the employee goes back to his desk, the computer you're at shuts off. "No, wait..What the-" You splutter, watching the screen kind of blink before going black.

You’re scared to touch it. What if the guy thinks you did this! You were just on MySpace, you didn't download any viruses or anything. You stare at the monitor hoping it will come back but it doesn't and you have to stand and drag your feet over the front desk.

The employee is focused on the monitor on his desk, he's typing something, but quickly glances up when you approach. "Uh, hi. Sorry, um- My computer just shut down and like-- I didn't do anything." You gesture behind your back, giving the employee an anxious smile. God, you don't have the money to pay for the computer if you killed it somehow.

He sighs a little. "Ja, ja. Give me a second. You can go sit back down." He waves you off, going back to typing.

You're hesitant to go back, but you do, sitting back down on the plastic chair feeling like that might break under your weight too. It'd be just your luck. "I dunno what happened," You sigh when the employee appears next to you. You didn't even hear him, you don't know how, with those huge boots he's wearing. "I was just on MySpace and then it like flashed or blinked and pbbt- dead. I didn't wanna do anything 'cause-Like, you're the professional."

He listens to you ramble, a smile on his face. You're surprised by how genuinely kind he looks in the moment, not frustrated by your silly incompetence like you expected. "I'm not a professional, but I'll give it a look. Let me in." He plops down in the chair at the terminal next to you, and both chairs squeak obnoxiously as you scoot to make way for him. You would have let him sit where you are but, he insisted.

His knee brushes yours as he leans in to poke at the tower, pressing the power button. Once the machine starts humming he leans back and both of you watch the monitor. He shifts a little in his chair to slip a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his front pocket and lights one as he waits, setting the pack on the desk. You find yourself watching him take a drag from it, exhaling the smoke, but quickly look back to the monitor when his eyes flick to you. You see the smug grin spread across his face in the dark reflection but it's quickly replaced by the boot screen.

The logo for the operating system appearing on a deep blue background, 'unityOS' in white with stars around the word, a little loading bar underneath. It's a good few seconds before the log-in screen comes up, a little jingle playing in the transition and the employee sits up and reaches over to enter the admin password. The desktop has the same OS logo in the corner, you've never heard of it before.

"There. It's fine," He sits back, and smiles at you, pleased with himself. His canine teeth are a little longer, sharper than most people's. But, well, everyone's different. "These things are old, they tend to just crash sometimes."

"Thanks. Sorry for wasting your time, I just didn't want to fuck it up." You sigh a little, feeling embarrassed now. You could have just turned it on yourself. Stupid shit, you mentally berate yourself. Both of you flinch back at the same time, though you don't notice the employee's pouting expression. You're too focused on the sudden pain in your brain.

"That's what I'm here for. I'm happy to help." He assures, still smiling. You nod and hold a hand to your forehead, a dull throbbing there. Probably a headache from being up late and staring at the screen.

"Sure," You kinda just mumble, watching him stand and stretch. His shirt rides up and you get a glimpse of his belly before you quickly look away. "Uh-..I think I got it from here. Thanks, um- Again, yeah."

You hear him chuckle softly above, and you don't look away from the monitor, trying to remember what you're doing. He scrambled your thoughts. He's pretty, too pretty. "Of course. Don't be afraid to ask if you need anything else." He says, putting the chair he used away and left for the front desk.

You log back into MySpace, and go back to what you were doing before the computer crashed. You finally leave the comment on that blogpost, though you can't remember exactly what you wanted to say. You spend the rest of the time making idle chatter with a friend in America who is awake. Though you kind of can't stop thinking about the employee. You had seen his stomach, you were too embarrassed to look too long, but you looked. You keep replaying the moment, him stretching, the skin pale but covered with a layer of hair.

You leave fifteen minutes before your time's up, and feel eyes on your back as you gather your stuff and go. But you don't look back, digging in your bag for the directions back to the hotel you had printed out last time you were there. During the walk back you stick your hand in your pocket and rediscover the receipt, pulling it out to look at it while you wait at an intersection. You realize there, already halfway to the hotel that the employee didn't just write the terminal number on the receipt but his number too. And his name, Joost. You feel foolish for not having looked at it before, but you feel satisfied knowing his name now.

You're out in five minutes by the time you get back to the hotel. You don't dream the rest of the night, which your friend is disappointed to learn the next morning, and she spends brunch telling you all about her dream. You talk about how you went back to the Internet Cafe, but don't tell her about the employee, Joost. You still have the receipt with his phone number on it, but you're too nervous to call. You know your friend would insist you call if you told her, she'd insist you let her listen.

Later that night, your friend tries to get you to go clubbing. You refuse, say you don't feel up to it, say you think you're just going to stay in. It's not totally a lie, you really don't feel up to it, but just because you want to go back to that dumb Internet Cafe again. You don't need to, you could just go out with your friend and forget all about it. You can't, for some reason, you can't just forget the building and guy who works there. Joost.

You fumble in your pocket for the receipt as you walk to the Internet Cafe. He's just cute and kind of interesting that's all. Your friend wouldn't blame you for wanting to talk to a cute guy, you're sure of it. You rub the slip of paper between your fingers, just something to ground you. You pull open the front door and step into the storefront, immediately surrounded by the cool air inside. There's a few people, two of the same people from the night before.

The same employee sits at the desk, you're grateful for that. You'd probably turn right around and leave if Joost wasn't there. He looks up as you approach, smiling already. Like he knew you were there before he looked. He pushes his headphones off his ears, you see this time they’re plugged into a PSP. He puts that down and focuses his attention on you. It’s dizzying almost, his eyes on you like that. They’re so…Almost piercing, so blue, his pupils little pinpricks as he looks you over.

"Didn't expect to see you back so soon." He says, and you look away. You're embarrassed for coming back at all, for not even calling him, for not turning around when you noticed his number. It doesn't help that he was looking into your eyes as he spoke, the eye contact making you squirm a little, discomfort gnawing at you for a moment too long.

You play with the little laminated placard displaying the different services offered. "Um, yeah. Sorry, for- Not calling you, or whatever. I only saw that after I got back to my hotel room." You fib slightly, so you don't feel as embarrassed.

You hear a soft huff of laughter come from him. "It's okay. I thought I creeped you out."

"Oh, no. You're like really cool, actually.." You trail off a little, losing what you were going to say when the bell on the door rings.

"So, how long?" You look back up at the question and find him looking at you head tilted slightly.

"Two hours, I guess is fine. No email, nothing, just using the Internet. Myspace." You fish out the money from your pocket and hand it over.

He scribbles on the receipt, holding it out after completing the transaction. "You're at fourteen." He says, pointing at the computer again.

"Thanks, Joost." You smile as you go to take your seat at number 14 again.

You don't pay attention to the person who came in behind you, logging into Myspace and quickly getting caught up in everything. A few minutes of trying not to eavesdrop but hearing the patron complain about the computers here, you start digging through your bag for your iPod and headphones.

One of your fingers catches something in there and you pull your hand out with a sharp gasp at the sudden pain. You don't even know how a thumb tack got in there but when you reach back in with your other hand, you find that's indeed what hurt you when you fish it out. You wait quietly, patiently, until the other person has given up and left the Internet cafe before you go back to Joost.

"You're bleeding!" Is the first thing he says when you step up. You're caught a little off guard by how quick he noticed but brush it off.

"Yeah, there was a thumb tack in my bag. I dunno where it came from but whatever, uh- Do you guys have like a first aid kit, I just need a little Band-Aid." You mumble, kind of cradling your finger, it doesn't hurt but you don't want to drip blood on the counter.

"Ja- Yes, we do. In the back. I can help, let me help." He stands and steps out from the desk and points at the beaded doorway, pushing open the yellow door and ushering you in.

"Wait, are you the only employee?" You ask, glancing back briefly before the door shuts.

"They won't do anything. Don't worry." He says, turning on the lights. You could have sworn his eyes glinted red in the dark, but there is a little security camera in the corner of the ceiling. You just saw that, you tell yourself that's all it was. The little red light of the camera.

It's a small employee break room with a fridge, microwave, even a coffee machine. It makes you wonder why coffee isn't served in the actual Internet Cafe, the one you've been to before was an actual cafe. "Here, sit." He gently directs you to sit at the small square table.

"Thanks, y'know for doing this." You mutter awkwardly, watching him. He opens a couple of the cupboards, looking for the first aid kit. He's not listening, you hear him mumbling to himself as he looks, 'ik denk..ik denk..'. You feel silly for caring so much about this guy who's basically a stranger, why are you so interested? Why are you even here? You could have just waited for the little poke to stop bleeding and go back to Myspace. You couldn't help yourself.

He sets the first aid kit on the table when he retreives it, and starts going through it before stopping to feel at his pockets. You almost start laughing when you see what he pulls out, a pair of thin rectangular glasses. "You wear reading glasses? How old are you?" You ask, unable to keep the laughter from your voice.

"How old do you think I am?" He asks smoothly, looking close at something he pulled out before opening it. He's careful to grab your hand, holding your finger as he wipes it clean with a little alcohol wipe.

"Uh. I dunno. Twenty five, maybe?" His fingers are cold, you can't really feel the rest of his hand due to the fingerless gloves he's wearing, but his fingers are cold. Maybe he should wear full gloves, you think, if he has poor circulation. But you're not about to lecture a stranger.

"Close. Twenty seven." Joost smiles at you, not quite a toothy grin but you see his sharp teeth. He's pretty, his smile is cute, you can't help but smile back. He finds the antibiotic and smears a little on the small wound.

"You look good. I mean. Y'know. For your age." You stumble over your words, quickly looking away from him. Those eyes.

"Ja? You think so," He smooths a small bandage around your finger. It's intimate. All of this is intimate. It should feel weirder than it does. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Your brain short circuits a little. Like that computer did yesterday. It's almost like he read your thoughts, though you know better. Telepathy, or whatever, mind reading, isn't real. "Uh- We should be getting back. You should be at work." You chuckle a little, an almost anxious sound.

He sighs and nods. Standing up straight and shutting the first aid kit, gathering the bandage wrappers and tosses it in the trash can. "You're right. Though, you should know..There's hardly any customers at night. We're okay." His voice is low as he walks you to the door back to the Internet Cafe, turning the light off as you go.

"Thanks, again. And sorry, for interrupting your work." You say as if he hadn't been playing on a PSP this whole time. He sits back at the desk, folding his glasses and tosses them onto the desk.

The phone on the desk starts ringing. He says, "Fuck- I'll give you an extra fifteen minutes free. If you want." before picking up and taking the call.

You kind of mumble a yeah, maybe and go back to number 14. You frown at the thumb tack still there on the desk and glance around to see if you can spot a trashcan where you can get rid of it, but almost make eye contact with a guy who is upset his computer shut off. So you quickly put your head down and finally pull out your headphones so you don't have to listen to…Well, everything.

Time passes much faster when you tune out everything around you. You don't realize how long you've been there until Joost is right next to you, smiling as he taps your shoulder a little. "Time's up, unless you wanna pay for more."

"No, no. I should be going, I guess." You shake your head, closing the Internet browser, and starting to put your iPod away.

"Are you going to come back tomorrow?" He asks, watching you pull your bag over one shoulder.

"Maybe. I dunno. why?" You ask, looking up at him, drawn into those ice blue eyes. God, he's almost too much.

"Oh. 'Cause, I have tomorrow off. So." It's like he knows. How does he know the only reason you didn't turn around was because he was here.

"So, I don't have any reason to come back, then." You go ahead and just say it. You watch his eyes shift, the way he looks you up and down again. Really properly taking you in.

"Ja? Just here for me, are you?" He steps a little closer, and you half wonder if his boots are like, platforms or something because he seems so big.

"Yeah, basically." You huff out a little laugh, you're awkward, looking him in the eyes makes you feel funny.

"Do you want to come over to my place tomorrow?" Joost gives a sweet smile and tilts his head slightly as he asks. And…You just can't say no.

"Okay, sure." You nod a little, impossibly endeared by him. There's a funny feeling in you, you chalk it up to a beautiful boy looking at you, inviting you over to his place.

"Cool. Come here, I'll give you the address." He beckons you to follow him to the reception desk, and you do. He sits back down and rips a card off the Rolodex to write down his address. You peer over the desk and watch.

And you notice a small container of thumb tacks by the keyboard. The same kind that was in your bag and hurt you. But before you can think to say anything he's handing over the little card. "I'm up and awake by midnight."

"Really? Real night owl, aren't you?" You slip the card into your pocket, knowing if you put it in your bag your friend would find it.

"Something like that.." He smiles and you feel dizzy. Your head's fuzzy and you don't know when it started. You're tired, you haven't been sleeping good.

"Okay. I'll see you then." You nod a little, and smile back. Stepping into the night seems to clear your head, it's a cool night and it makes you feel much better to be in it.

You look at the little card Joost gave you, just to make sure it's real. It's hard to believe, you don't know what you did to deserve it. A cute guy's number and his address.. You wonder if you really should go, a stranger's place in the middle of the night. But he seemed so nice and genuine. You don't entertain any of the thoughts that come after 'whats the worst that could happen'.

Your friend isn't back when you get to the hotel, which you're glad for. You fall asleep almost immediately. When you wake up later, much later into the next day, your friend still is gone but she texted you about going back with a guy. You find a place for food and fall asleep in the hotel room again. Your friend comes back and wakes you up shortly after. She talks about the guy she met, and you keep thinking about the guy you met.

She talks about going out again, and is so dissapointed when you say you don't want to go out again. You can't tell her why, she'd freak out. Meeting a guy is one thing, she'd be thrilled if it was just that. But you know she wouldn't let you go to a strange guy's place at midnight. You tell her maybe you'll go to the Internet Cafe, and it's not a lie, you need to print directions to Joost's place. She's displeased with that answer, but you know the truth would make her a nervous wreck.

You're not a nervous wreck per se, but you are nervous. It was weird going back to the Internet Cafe and talking to a different employee, a man with dark curls, tattoos on his face and a nose piercing. He was really nice. You hang out in the Internet Cafe until midnight rolls around and then you start the walk, following the directions you printed out.

Your hands shake a little as you walk, as you go to the apartment building, ride the elevator up to the third floor. You worry that this was a bad idea, worry that you should have never agreed to go to the Internet Cafe in the first place. Until you knock twice on the door and wait for a few moments and Joost opens the door. The apartment is dark inside, and he blinks and squints at the bright light in the hallway.

"Hallo. Wasn't sure if you'd come or not." He chuckles as he steps back and lets you in.

“I wasn’t sure either.” You admit with a nervous laugh, blinking trying to adjust to the dark. Letting him take your bag and hang it on a coat hook.

“Well, I’m glad you did." He smiles and starts leading you deeper into the apartment.

"Wait up, please. Ow, fuck." You stumble into the corner of a side table.

"Here, take my hand," He says, reaching out to you, and you do so. Holding his hand, he's cold, noticeably cold. Like your hands get in the winter, but it's summer, and the apartment isn't cold. Maybe just his room is. "Do you want anything to drink? Wine? Beer?" He offers, nodding to the little kitchen space.

"Uh, I dunno. Are you going to?" You ask, leaning on one of the counters, watching as he opens the fridge, making a small bit of light in the dark room. You finally get a decent look at his outfit, a long sleeved polo shirt and a pair of jeans. It's simple but incredibly attractive.

"No, but you can. Don't worry." He assures, and you do feel calm with his words.

"I don't think so. I'll just have like- I dunno, a soda or something, I'm fine," He hums a little but passes you a cherry cola, and takes your hand again, leading you to his bedroom. "So, what did you wanna do?"

The room is decently sized actually, lit dimly with a candle lamp on his dresser, a small TV also on the dresser, displays the DVD menu for a movie you don't know. On the wall, above the bed shoved in a corner is a Nosferatu poster. A cluttered computer desk in the corner, he takes a moment to close everything and power it off. "Uh, I was thinking we could just watch some movies. My roommates are sleeping so we have to be quiet." He sits in the chair by the desk.

You set your still unopened soda on his night stand. "Okay. What kind of movies do you like? Horror, I assume? You like vampires?" You nod to the Nosferatu poster, sitting on the edge of the bed..

"I like them, yeah. A lot. They're really cool, don't you think?" He props an elbow on the arm of the chair, and leans his chin in his hand, watching you, waiting for your answer.

"I mean, yeah. I like Dracula, the original one." You finally open the soda, holding it just so you have something to do with your hands.

"I have that one, you want to watch it?" He offers, sitting up straight. His eyes are bright, the candle and the red walls give them that red shine again. You glance to the small TV and try not to think about it.

"On that? Sure, why not?" You chuckle, even the TV in your hotel room was bigger than his. But you think, he probably can't afford a big, new expensive TV working at the Internet Cafe.

Joost stands and comes over to the bed, feeling around under it and pulls out a big disc binder, swapping the disc in the TV with Dracula. He sits on the inside of the bed, letting you take the outside so you don't feel trapped. You don't, anyways. It's comfortable, sitting with him and talking over the classic film. Neither of you feel the need to pay attention. It's not long, the movie's hardly past the halfway point when his hand comes to rest on your thigh. A silent gesture, though it's obvious what it is.

You knew it when you agreed to come over, you knew more likely than not that he would want to hook up. And, well, you're here aren't you? You're in the stranger's apartment, in his bed, letting him talk to you and touch you. Your friend would be shocked if she knew what you were up to, she was the one who regularly had flings, you rarely if ever did. It wasn't often you found people you were actually interested in. And you certainly didn't go back to their place so quick, you're not a prude but you didn't do this often.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks quietly, his voice light and gentle, his hand moving up to brush your shoulder, creeping toward your neck.

"Okay." You answer with a nod and don't have to wait until he's pressing his lips to yours, and, they're cold. There's a fan rotating in the room, but you can't even feel it where you sit on the bed, and he's still cold. The kiss is fine, but Joost is pushy, his teeth brush your lips almost like he's trying to nip you. He shifts on the bed, hands on you, on your belt loops, tugging.

Quickly he gets you on top of him, hands roaming your body as you make out. He's so much, almost overwhelming, you've never been kissed like this before. With a raw sort of hunger, so needy. It's dizzying almost.

"Ow! Fuck." You gasp suddenly, pulling away, hand instinctively going to the wound. The small cut on your lips.

"I'm sorry.." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

"It's fine. It was a mistake, my lips are dry anyway." You answer, kind of caught off guard by his reaction. By the snuffling you can hear at your neck. Just smelling your perfume, surely.

Joost doesn't say anything before his lips are back on yours, tongue licking at the little split, moaning into your mouth as he licks up the blood. There's not a lot, it's such a small wound.

"I need…I need to," Joost sighs, finally pulling away, almost panting. "I need to taste you, please."

"Okay." You're breathless from the kissing, your mind's fuzzy too, you can't think of a better way to respond.

"You're sure? You want this too? Will you let me bite you?" He asks, looking in your eyes, and you can really see it, the red glint. It's a little scary, the look in his eyes, dark. The very nature of the question.

"Okay. Yes, you can bite me." You nod a little, you trust him, somehow you do. You’re scared, but you trust him. Joost is.. otherworldly, his eyes, ice blue yet so dark, hungry as he looks at you. Those soft hands, cool on your skin as he touches your neck, gently tilting your head. He’s something else entirely, and it’s not hard to deduce what.

He breathes against your skin, tongue flat against you as he sniffs, finding the best spot, you think. Like some predatory animal. “It won’t hurt,” Joost murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. “Promise it wont hurt, just a little poke.”

And it doesn’t hurt. Not how you expected, it’s like getting that big needle popped in you at the doctor, just another blood draw. It runs down your neck, you can feel it, you feel his tongue too, smearing sloppy over the wound. He laps at the blood that runs out, moaning against your skin. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t have an effect on you. You shouldn't feel this way over being bitten but you're hot all over all of a sudden. Maybe it's like, an aphrodesiac or something, or you're just way more perverted than you ever knew.

“Thank you, thank you..Needed this…” Joost’s hands feel you up, slip under your shirt, and you can feel the warmth in his palms as he drinks from you, your blood warming his body.

He groans, rocking his hips up into you as he drinks, sucking at the wound, mustache tickling slightly too. You can feel him as he grinds upward, his cock hardening in his pants. It’s thrilling, you can’t help but marvel at how turned on he is by feeding. The way he moans against you, panting, breath hot on your neck. He comes back up to kiss your lips, smearing your mouth with your own blood, getting it in your mouth, the thick taste of it.

“Can I,” He asks, holding your hips and rutting his into you. “Need you..So bad. Fuck…” Joost whines, eyes stuck to your neck, watching the wound drip. Still so hungry. You’re dizzy, whether from the blood loss or everything else, you’re not sure. You think his head must be fuzzy too.

“Yes, please. Need you too.." You grind down into him, letting him know you need him just as bad, you've soaked your underwear you know that much, leaking pathetically as you dryhump him.

“Oh, fuck,” Joost sighs, shuddering under you. “Mh, hold on. Let me..” He dips down, giving a few more licks to the wound before you watch him nick his finger on a tooth and he rubs the digit to your neck, sealing up the wound with the inky black substance that drips slowly from the cut.

Then he’s tugging your shirt off, pulling his off right after. his chest is hairy and soft slightly. “Can I touch you, please?” You ask, unable to take your eyes off him, finally getting to see him how you wanted to the first day when you saw his tummy, which is also soft. He’s a little pudgy and it’s so beautiful.

“Ja, oké.” He nods softly, watching you. You reach out and feel his chest, careful, gentle with him. He is so warm now, such a contrast to how cold he has been, it’s good to feel his soft, warm body under your hands. You thumb at his nipple with one hand and he stifles a whimper at the feeling.

“You’re so pretty,” You look at his face, your blood smeared all over him, and it’s so hot. “You know that’s like the first thing I thought when I saw you. That you’re so pretty.”

“Really,” You nod at his question, and he smiles, lips splitting to show his sharp teeth. “‘Cause I thought the same thing.”

You pet at his chest, really feeling how squishy he is, before slipping your hands down his sides to feel his hips, the way his waistband has flipped down. He really is so pretty, and still you're surprised you trust him so much. He must trust you too, you realize, the way he sits quietly, letting you touch him all over.

"Can I touch you, too? Please, please…Fuck, you're so pretty, and-Oh.." Joost trails off when you take his hands and place them on your chest, letting him feel you up in return. You can see a trail of blood down your chest, the way he smears it with a thumb, not fully dry.

His hands go for your belt loops, hooking in to pull you down against him as he ruts up. "So pretty like this, covered.. In blood. Fuck," He huffs, swallowing hard. It's so erotic to him, drinking your blood and seeing it drip and smear on you. Well, you're not one to argue. "One more, please. I'm-…I won't take too much. You're okay right? I can..?" He groans, almost a growl, his hips bucking again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I can take it, you can go for it." You nod, biting your lip a little, feeling the nip of pain of the split there. He whines, obviously watching you. He pulls you against him as he kisses you, your chests pressed together. He delves right into licking into your mouth and moaning against you, the kiss quickly becoming sloppy, the drool running down your chin. Then he's kissing down the other side of your neck and biting into you without any preamble, just taking greedy mouthfuls of your blood. And god it's fucking thrilling, the needy way he kisses the wound and sucks it, like he can't get enough of you. But he's true to his word, not drinking too much from you before he's healing the small wound. He kisses you with blood still in his mouth, it’s filthy and wet and runs down your chin, mixed with spit.

“You’re gonna fuck me now, right?” You ask, more than a little pent up by now, with the way the two of you keep rutting your hips together.

“Ah, ja. You want my cock?” Joost fumbles with his belt, managing to loosen it and unzip his pants.

“Yeah, can’t stop thinking about it when I can feel how hard you are..” you nod, watching him. He shoves his boxers down enough to pull his cock out. It's as if that’s where all the blood he drank went, throbbing in his hand as he strokes himself, just a little relief after finally freeing it. You can't help but stare at the way he leaks, and if you weren't so needy too you'd love to get your mouth on him.

You struggle slightly to get your own jeans and underwear off, but eventually manage. Joost doesn’t even think to ask before his fingers are at your thighs, petting the soft pale skin, creeping upward quickly. He doesn’t waste much time there, feeling how slick you are before grabbing your hips and pulling you close. You sink down slow and careful, both of you sighing when you bottom out.

He shifts a little, squishing one of his pillows behind his back and leans back. Steadying himself so he can hold onto you and thrust into you. He pants against your neck, kissing there, licking at the not yet dry blood on one side. You feel his teeth scrape but not puncture, just teasing. It makes you tense almost, thinking he’s going to do it, going to bite you again. He doesn’t, he just keeps mouthing at your neck.

You grab gently at his hair, tugging it slightly to get him to stop, he moans and his hips jerk up, slamming his cock into you. You’re both still for a moment before you’re holding his face in both hands and kissing him. Both of you muffling each other’s moans as he fucks you. When he pulls away you cover your mouth with your hand, keeping yourself quiet because his roommates are asleep. He's relentless, and you're fuzzy and hot all over, everywhere his hands touch light up with pleasure. He palms your chest, rubbing your nipples and pinching.

"Fuck, Joost," You gasp, rutting your hips down into him, matching his rhythm. "I'm- Oh, fuck I'm close.."

"Me too.." He whimpers, hips stuttering slightly but he keeps his eyes on yours. You can't even think as he stares into you, your brain all scrambled. He feels at your neck, you can feel the spot where he bit you the first time prickle under his touch. You can only sigh and tip your head to the side when he moves in again, you know what he's going to do before he does it, you know what he's going for when he starts probing your skin with his tongue again. Finding that spot, moving down to where your neck meets your shoulder, and biting into the muscle. You can't tell what comes first, your orgasm or the bite, but they coincide and you have to keep your mouth covered as you sob and shake in his arms. It's nothing like anything you've ever felt before, you've never cum this hard in your life, it's just so much.

You don't realize he's finished as well until he's pulling out of you and you can feel it running down your thigh. "Oh, shit, are you okay? You're okay right?" He asks gently, cupping your cheek.

"Uh-huh, I'm okay. I think I need a moment," You nod, kind of slumping in his arms, wrapping yours around him, his sweaty chest pressed against yours. "I just…Fuck.." That was a lot, you're dizzy, your vision a little spotty like you stood up too fast.

"I know…It's okay, you're okay. I'm sorry, I took too much, didn't I? I can't help myself, I've been so hungry and you taste so good.." He sighs, holding you and rubbing your back.

"I'm okay…I don't think I can stand right away, though." You manage a little laugh, resting your forehead against his neck. You kind of wish he were cool right now, his hot sweaty skin isn't the most pleasant thing in the world. He's talking to you, you can't really focus on it, you feel your fingers tingling slightly.

That's the last thing you know before you're blinking awake in a bathtub. The water's cool, reassuring on your skin. "I'm sorry," Is the first thing you hear. It's Joost, he's kneeling next to the tub, gazing at you big eyed, bushy brows pinched slightly in worry. "I didn't mean to, you just taste so good.." His cheeks and nose are a little rosy, it's cute. He's still so cute to you, he drained so much blood you passed out, but he's still cute. He's dressed again, you can see a white tank top in the dim light, one light over the mirror.

"I'm okay, I think. I'm still…I dunno. Dizzy like, out of it, I think." You slip a hand out of the water, wanting to hold his, needing that connection. Not well, human touch, but touch. He's still warm.

"I know, I'm sorry. Um- I have iron pills and there's a good shawarma place down the street that's still open." He rubs your hand lightly with his thumb.

"How do you know it's good?" You ask with a laugh.

"I haven't always been like this you know." He laughs too, it's a nice sound. He's nice, he took you to the bath, didn't leave you there, didn't really hurt you, you didn't feel any pain.

"Yeah, I just I dunno…Usually, you guys- Uh, vampires," It's weird to say it out loud after everything. "Are like depicted as super old and stuff. And you have reading glasses."

"I'm just farsighted, try to go without them usually." He smiles, that pretty smile where his lips curl up all cute.

"Well, anyway, I would like to take you up on your offer. If it's a date..?" You tilt your head a little, regretting it, it's sore now.

"Ja, sounds good. Wanted to ask you out since I first saw you, but it's hard." He frowns a little, looking down.

"Oh, yeah. I guess so, huh? Do you do this to every girl you want to take out on a date?" You slip your hand back, sinking it back in the cool water. It's clean, he must have washed you off and then refilled the tub while you were out of it, you think.

"No. I don't normally fuck my food either, just had to have you though.." It makes you feel special, in a perverted sort of way, even though you can tell it embarrasses him.

"Well, I'm glad. It would've been disappointing if you just bit me and kicked me out," That makes him laugh a little and smile again. Which makes you smile too. "I think I'm ready to get out, now."

"Okay," He stands quickly, his keys on his shorts jangling as he does so. "Here, take my hand. I've got some shirts you can wear if you want, your other one is kind of ruined."

"Oh, man… How am I going to explain this to my friend.." You muse, stepping onto the towel he prepared, glad to be holding him, still feeling lightheaded and weak.

"Oh, no," He laughs, wrapping a towel around you and holding you against him after. "I'll help you figure something out."

You thank him quietly, and lean into his embrace. Enjoying the quiet, calm moment after everything. You really don't know how you're going to tell your friend what happened. How you met a guy at the Internet Cafe, who actually works there, who is actually actually a vampire and you almost died from blood loss maybe but he gave you the best orgasm of your life, and he's also really pretty so you're not mad he almost killed you.

Well, whatever. You'll figure it out, ideally over dinner. And maybe you can exchange numbers so you can keep in contact when you go back home.

[barbieaemond]

Intrusion (part I)

moodboard by the queen herself @zae5

PAIRING: (modern) Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!reader

WARNINGS: angst, Aemond has no filter, drug use (very brief), mentions of overdose, suggestive themes, sexual tension (sadly nothing more but part II will be a helluva ride)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sothoryos is a large continent in Martin’s universe. It is located below Essos.

WORD COUNT: 7k

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taglist: @zae5 @chompchompluke @multyfangirl

“What’s up with the green light?”

Jason's voice came distantly, even though he was sitting right next to her. She looked up through her long eyelashes, scanning the mighty, green-lit Hightower from top to bottom, an emerald glow kissed her face.

“How dumb are you? It was a beacon once.” She said mindlessly, dragging her eyes away from the car window to watch her brother crouched on a little mirror with three lines of white powder on it.

“D’you want some?”

“I’m done with that shit.”

“I should hope so.” He chuckled, rolling a banknote between his fingers with the expertise of a magician ready to do his trick. “Dad is still paying the hospital to keep their mouth shut. Not to mention the papers…”

She heard him snort the substance, humming with delight as it reached his brain. She looked at him for a moment, green just like the glowing light on her face. It was so easy for Jason to surrender to the void. She struggled to do even that.

“Speaking of which” he said wiping his nose “he could’ve bothered to come.”

“And watch Otto Hightower gloat in his face? Dad would rather throw checks to the homeless.”

“Why are we here then?” he asked as the car stopped in front of the huge, tall building, the tallest in all the continent.

“Because he wants to remind everyone we are still the wealthiest in this wretched world.” She said she grabbed her little purse and got out of the fancy car as soon as the driver opened her door.

Blinding lights fell on her as photographers took note that the Lannister family had sent its scions to attend the annual Gala held by the Hightowers. A party that had always been held in the capital in the previous years, at least until what the newspapers had called the divorce of the century.

“I would not be so sure about that.” Jason said, squinting his eyes in front of the ruthless flashes. “Papers say Viserys is going to pay a fortune, for alimony and all that shit.”

“Miss Lannister! Here, please! On your right!”

She built a broad smile for the photographers, maneuvering her hair to let it slide down her shoulder, placing a hand on her hip. A well-thought-out act, repeated incessantly for as long as she could remember. A beautiful machine doll bathed in gold and diamonds.

“Do you still read papers?” she asked, not breaking her plastic smile.

“How else should I find out if I've done something illegal?”

“They’re a reliable source on that, less on others. They claim I had a thing with Cregan Stark when even walls know he’s gay.”

They claimed many other things. But she never confirmed or denied the rumors, because it was all part of the plan.

Any rumor of an alleged flirt or talk of an engagement with a scion from one of the old power families of the country only increased the height of the pedestal on which her father and mother had placed her. So that when rumors died, the vultures would come even more savage, raising the stakes to win the most coveted prize in their circle of starched shirts and centuries-old privileges that no longer had any value except in the small, greedy world inside their small, greedy heads.

She moved, swiftly but graciously, and stepped inside the building, followed by her brother and his giggles, and the photographers screaming at the top of their lungs, begging for another picture—just one more. The begging had started already.

The Hall of the Hightower Palace was a sight to behold. Adorned with green and dark tones, crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings and yellow cocktail music pushing all the fine-dressed people to chat and laugh more loudly as if they unconsciously tried to imitate the lively ups and downs of the notes.

The Lannisters lingered on the entrance, immediately catching many pairs of eyes, greedy and green as the decorations around them.

“Are they waiting for us to go greet them?” Jason asked, watching the Hightowers at the center of the Hall. “Gods, why do they always act as if they were royals and us merely subjects?”

"Apparently, it has been proven they have hints of blue in their blood.”

“Who’s the blondie?” he asked, taking his sister’s arm as they walked towards the hosts.

“Helaena Targaryen.”

“Oh! The freak?”

“She’s not a freak. She’s a renowned entomologist.”

“And my point stands.”

Miss Lannister knew all the four Hightowers waiting to be greeted. After all, who didn't?

Otto Hightower was the most influential man in the country, although he liked to hide and pull his strings behind the curtains. They said that family and strangers made no difference to him. His daughter Alicent would agree with a stiff lip.

She wore the most lavish dress of all, but that was not what caught the eye, but rather the determination in her gaze and the way she stood. A woman free from the chains of a marriage she had never wanted.

“It is a pleasure to have both of you here.” She said smiling at the two Lannisters. Her father Otto was towering just behind her, a curious look on his face as his eyes rapidly scanned Miss Lannister.

In fact, he stepped in, saying “Indeed, Alicent. Especially Miss Lannister. I’m relieved to see you well.”

After what happened in Pyke, was the part he deliberately omitted.

The young woman looked at him, unfazed, building another one of her plastic smiles and then directed her attention to the youngest son of Alicent and Viserys Targaryen. Daeron.

The boy was no more than twenty, but he had a way of standing and carrying himself, which gave him at least five more years. That was the price of being doomed to inherit a heavy family name and all within it. The young Lannister girl understood it all too well.

As for Helaena, she seemed the most out-of-place creature, like watching a dolphin swim along sharks. The Lannister girl didn’t know her that much; truthfully no one did. Helaena was always far away from the country for her studies, traveling to the edge of the world to discover wild and rare creatures. She had a way of avoiding eye contact, Miss Lannister noticed, if not for brief and furtive glances, as if she was afraid that if she looked too much, she would see too much.

“And you don’t call that a freak?” Jason asked once they moved away from the Hightowers.

“You are just sour because she barely looked at you.” his sister answered, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.

“Hey. I’m nice to look at!” he said gesturing to his figure.

“You tell yourself that.” she sipped her bubbly like water, barely tasting it, as her eyes roamed around the lavish hall, watching the same old play unfold, with the same old puppets. And she was one of them, perhaps the main star, ready to follow the script and never stray from it. It was her purpose in life. A well-trained parrot with a melodic laugh and the stillness of a porcelain doll.

She looked around and saw the eagerness, the anticipation as they bided their time before flocking to her, begging for flesh and money and power, each one of them so eager to sell one piece of themselves to be on a golden plate, the very same on which everything was always freely given to her. Things, places, people. The Golden Girl, they called her. She was born in it, she reflected it. She never had to ask, she never had to beg for anything. While everyone around her seemed to be able to do nothing else.

"Miss Lannister, we would love to have you as our guest in High Garden. Please, consider our invitation."

"Miss Lannister, did your father receive the gift I sent him last week? Please, have him contact me as soon as possible, I have another proposal for a collaboration."

"Miss Lannister, please, convince your father not to cut off the funds, I wouldn't know what to do without the invaluable support of your bank.”

“Miss Lannister, please—"

Please. Please. Please. Please.

They all came muffled, the beggars and their begging, as if speaking from the surface while she was deep down underwater, floating. Then the puppet would take over, moving haughtily and mischievously, promising lies with empty smiles and stolen words. The same old power play, to tell the world the Lannisters were far above it.

But amid the muffled chatter and greedy eyes, there was one in particular, stripped of all reverence, blue and cold as the eye of the scientist dissecting something under a microscope.

He had placed her under the lens out of pure boredom.

He never attended these kinds of gatherings, at least not after Sothoryos, not after Floris. He was there only because his mother had insisted, almost pleaded with him. This was the first public event after the divorce. It was essential to appear close, united.

The word tasted rotten in Aemond's mouth.

He had made sure Aegon would not attend, and had come in through the back, creeping into the hall like a spectre.

Alicent had seen him at once, her eyes widening with surprise as if she were certain he would not come. And they had barely talked.

She had kissed him on the cheeks with that look in her eyes, the one that rose tenderness and contempt at once inside him, twin flames mirroring and dancing around each other. His mother's lips opened and closed repeatedly, like a record needle cutting the same groove on and on without making a sound. And he had no desire to fix that.

Once, maybe. He had nurtured so many unspoken words that they had ended up souring and festering the more he held them back, locked in a dark corner where no light filtered. So, his mouth stayed sealed and silent, like a tomb.

He had withdrawn to a corner of the hall, watching as the people lingered with their gazes on his dead eye, half curious, half scared. Something he was all too used to. He found himself cursing under his breath for wasting time in such a vapid and useless way. He could have been at home, studying, or working in the basement.

But then he had spotted her.

It was hard not to.

The moment she had entered the hall with her brother, it seemed she had drawn all attention to herself, absorbing all the light from the chandeliers. It seemed that her golden dress was truly made of gold.

Aemond had seen her once or twice in the past and each time, two distinct thoughts had rapidly crossed his mind.

First: that she was a pretty doll with more money in her pocket than cells in her brain.

Second: that he wouldn't mind taking her doll's clothes off.

No man with sense would have denied her beauty, but the more he looked at her, the more he saw how dry she was, how cold, like a sculpture doomed to live the same moment forever.

It was all scene, all pose. And Aemond understood it at once since he himself had enacted the same play in the years past. He knew what it meant to be an inanimate thing waiting to be moved by others, for duty or loyalty. Things that had lost all meaning to him once he’d found out that the more he latched on these things, the more hollow he felt.  

He watched the Lannister girl build fake smiles at each turn and he found himself grimacing, feeling pity for her, almost contempt. Perhaps she was just a tool, an extension of his former self for him to loathe, like spitting into a mirror.

But he just couldn’t stop watching.

She had a way of making the place where she stood like some kind of holy shrine and everyone around her kept scrambling to fall at her feet. She had a way of moving, slowly, like a creature living underwater. She would lean forward as she listened to people, only to retreat when it was her turn to speak, and she did it quietly, making the privileged speaker unconsciously lean towards her.

A tactic—a working tactic, though. Because Aemond had found himself craning his neck forward more than he would’ve liked to admit, and he wasn't even close to her.

“Choosing your next victim?”

He turned on his blind side as Helaena stopped beside him, handing a flute of champagne.

“Hāedar.” he said, taking the glass “Don’t say that. With all the shit they say about me, tomorrow they might title I’m a serial killer.”

“Well, you do have a dank basement in your place. And with the way you keep looking at the Lannister girl, it would be hard to beat the allegations.”

He looked down at the sizzling bubbles and curled his lips. Helaena did the same as her blue eyes scanned his face. Of all her brothers, she had always had the closest bond with Aemond. Born only one year apart, they had grown up as close as twins. Helaena did not look down when she talked to Aemond; she did not stutter or struggle to voice her thoughts as she did with anyone else. And his lips, which struggled so much to voice his emotions, always curled up in the most spontaneous way when they spent time together.

“You won’t get away with a smile, though.” She pointed out after a sip of bubbly “You barely talked to me earlier.”

“I was afraid our mother would stir up a hornet’s nest seeing me here.”

“She was sure you wouldn’t come.”

“I shouldn’t have. This place smells of coffin.” 

She watched him for a moment, trying to guess his mood and, therefore, whether it was a good time to speak. “Did you get my message last week?”

His eye remained fixed on the elated crowd, but Helaena didn’t miss the slight twitch in his lips. “I did.”

“You didn’t answer.”

“What was there to say?”

“Aemond, I know you have your grudges, but... he’s our father and he’s severely ill. He wants to see us, all of us, at Summerhall, next month. I want to believe he’s changing and—”

“Must I remind you what happened the last time we had a family heart to heart?”

She did nothing but cast a single, saddened glance to his dead eye and all her willingness to talk and try to make things better withered like a leaf in a frosted land.

“He’s changing because he already has one foot in the grave. Quit the fancy words, Hel, he’s not changing. He’s just trying to relieve his conscience. A bit late for that, no?” and he downed his champagne in one gulp.

“Aem—”

“I don’t want to hear about it. I don’t care.” He said, slipping his pack of smokes from his pocket and placing one cigarette between his lips. He glanced one last time at his sister and with the coldest distance he said “But do let me know when he dies. I'll toast to that.”

She had had three flutes of champagne while talking to a countless number of faceless beggars when she started to feel nauseated. She didn’t even know by what, whether it was the champagne, the people, or herself. Perhaps all of them.

The cold night air embraced her as she went out on the terrace, making the hairs on her arms stand and her half-covered spine shiver. She had not brought her coat with her, but she did not mind. The cold awoke her from her torpor, made her stop being a relic on a mantelpiece.

She slipped a cigarette between her lips and looked into her purse for the lighter. "No, no, no—" she said to no one, frantically feeling every nook and cranny of the purse. "Fuck!"

"Here."

She jumped, turning her head just in time to see a lighter flying towards her. She caught it, staring at the dark corner on her left. There was a man sitting there, wrapped by the shadows, except for a thin white hand laying on the table, long fingers, and half a cigarette resting between index and middle.

She squinted, trying to get a better look. “I can’t see you.”

“I do.”

It was just a simple statement, but his tone was strange, riddled with an edge of shrewdness.

She stared at the dark figure for a moment longer, then lit her cigarette and walked a few steps closer.

"I would like to know who I'm speaking to, stranger." She said, handing over the lighter.

A moment later the shadow stood up, and she had to lift her chin as she watched the glow of the lamps unraveling his face, sharp like a knife. The air hitched in her throat, her gaze inevitably caught by the blue of his eye, as well as the dead blue of the prosthetic. "Oh."

His arched mouth bent upwards. "Define your oh."

“It’s just a oh, you’re not a stranger after all.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, curiously tilting his head with a ghosting grin “What do you think you know about me? Aside from what you read on gossip papers.”

“I don’t read gossip papers.”

“Yes, you do. All the girls like you do that.”

“All the girls like me?”

“Dolls with a trust fund to squander before forty.”

She raised her eyebrows, quickly scanning the young man before her. He was clad in black, with a black turtleneck and a leather jacket, accentuating his sharp features and pale face framed by short hair, a bit curly but neatly styled. “You’re the one to talk, Mr. I have blue blood in my veins.”

“I don’t work for my family.” He said matter-of-factly “They don’t pay my rent and they don’t cover up my shit.”

“Mine neither.”

His eyebrow raising was enough to dismantle her lie right away. “Papers say otherwise.”

“Do you trust papers and their cheap rumors?”

“Hmm. Trust is a strong word. But true or false, rumors are often more revealing than facts.” he took a long drag on his cigarette, narrowing his eyes and she watched as the dead one remained unnaturally still. It was not disturbing, she thought. It gave him a sinister allure, catching her off guard.

“Then I should believe all the rumors about you and your...charming mystery.”

“They say I’m charming now?” he asked with a smirk.

“I believe they called you a sphinx” she deadpanned “before claiming you hit a journalist, a woman.”

“And which one do you think is more likely?”

She looked at him uncertainly. Well, he was charming. But he was a lot more mysterious. More than a sphinx, Aemond Targaryen was a living riddle.

Even before the accident in Sothoryos, from where he returned with an eye missing, the second-born son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower was a foggy figure, often in the shadows, more than often in the shadows of someone else, his half-sister Rhaenyra, his older brother Aegon. And after Sothoryos, he seemed to have grown his own shadows, distancing himself from his family and dropping his academic career to do Gods-know-what in a small flat in the oldest quarter of Oldtown.

“Both?” she dared.

He clicked his tongue, looking away with disappointment, and flicked the cigarette. “Too easy. And now you’re boring me.”

“I shall take my leave, then.” she chirped with a tight smile.

“Don’t expect me to follow you. I am not one of those wankers inside who come in their pants as you bat your fake eyelashes.”

The smile left her face instantly, and she glared at him, throwing her half-cigarette on the ground. “It is true, then. Royals do act like the rudest jerks.”

Instead of looking offended, her words seemed to do nothing but tickle his pride—some kind of gratification that poured like poison from the angles of his mouth. “I don’t act. But if I wanted to, I'd know who to turn to.”

“Meaning?” 

“And you keep boring me.” his eye went momentarily below her neck, and he tilted his chin “Are those pretty diamonds slowing blood to your brain?”

Miss Lannister looked stunned. No one, ever, dared to talk to her like that.

She was used to being praised and begged and praised. A beautiful portrait framed by gold and hung on a wall for all to see. She should have been outraged, she should have used her last name as shield and threat. But for once, she was breathing on her own, free of any strings.

“Are they real?” he asked suddenly, and she stilled as his hand ghosted on her necklace, feeling his cold fingertips hovering above her skin.

“Of course they are.”

“Hmm.” He mused, pulling his hand back as he continued to stare at the necklace and then down at her dress.  “They serve their purpose I’d say.” he said dragging his eye back to her face.

“Slowing my brain?” she asked with a little vitriolic smile.

“Hiding all the fake beneath them.”

“Who are you, a fortune teller?” she spitefully asked. “Do you possess the Third Eye as well as the Fake One?”

“One eye is enough to see right through you, golden girl.”

“And why were you watching me if I am so blatantly obvious?”

He almost shrugged his shoulders. “These parties are dreadfully boring. I was in need of a distraction, and you were hard to miss.”

“I could say the same about you.” Her gaze flicked for an instant to his dead eye. “Except that I don’t hide in dark corners from my own family.”

Whether he was stung by her words or not, his composure remained utterly impassive. A sphinx through and through.

“No. You do it before them.” An amused smile, spiced up with poison, curled his lips. “At least I have the dignity to disappear instead of begging for attention like a pathetic creature.”

Her words did not sting, but his surely did. And they shouldn’t.

They had crossed paths once or twice in the years prior, but effectively, Aemond was but a stranger to her. She wasn’t even aware of him watching her inside the hall, maybe too absorbed in her puppet play, or maybe resigned to scream into a crowded room of deaf mannequins.

She swallowed heavily, not dropping her gaze, waiting for all the gold to shield her, hide her, serving its purpose once more. But Aemond had a strange look in his eye. He was staring at her, and what he saw thrilled him.

He was sure he would see harshness, contempt, but not that. Not…anguish. It was buried in her pretty eyes and yet it just lied there in full sight, the darker shade of abyss beneath the crystalline blue of the deceiving surface.

If only someone had bothered to look.

“You remind me of someone.” he said almost mindlessly.

“Do I dare asking or do you wish to offend me some more?”

He seemed to ponder for a while, looking at her as if he were measuring an opponent.

“Come with me. I’ll show you.”

He moved, leaving the terrace without waiting for her, sure enough she would follow him. And she did.  

Not immediately, though. She stared at his tall figure as he went back inside and thought she should go back to the party, go back to the script. There was something uncanny, almost eerie about staying close to him, like walking on the thin thread of a cobweb while being dreadfully aware to be walking towards the spider’s bite.

But the dread made her feel alive, made her heart pounding in her throat. So, she followed him.

“I didn’t know your family had it.” She said with a tinge of amazement as they stopped before the painting gloriously exhibited along one of the lavish corridors upstairs. “I thought it got lost during some war.”

“It was.” He said, stopping beside her, eye roaming on the canvas.

“Did I remind you of a lost anonymous painting?”

“You reminded me of the Maiden.” And his eye flicked to the left of the painting. Then he dragged his gaze on her, turning his head, and watched her. “Do you know the story?”

“The myth?”

“You don’t believe it to be true?”

“I don’t believe in Gods. Or myths.”

“That is strange, coming from a girl who spent so much time building her own.”

She turned her head and looked at him. He was smiling subtly, but it was different this time. There was no poison dripping from the angles of his mouth, but the clearest intrigue.

It stopped her heart for a moment. A sudden cut in the canvas, a crack in the porcelain. And she felt that this stranger was peeking inside, or perhaps she was.

Aemond looked back at the painting and laced his arms behind his back, making the leather of his jacket creak. “They said once there was a land inhabited only by Gods and Monsters. The Maiden was the most beautiful Goddess in the Holy Garden. She grew flowers from her hands, trailing behind her as she walked. But she was unhappy. The Gods only sought her for her gift, used her as a piece of ornament. She was beautiful on the outside, but inside—”

“Lonely and hollow.” she filled in.

“Just like the Stranger.” he said, and they turned at the same time, locking their eyes.

Aemond glanced back at the ominous figure in the painting and said “He was not allowed to enter the Gods world. He lived underground, blowing his mortal winds to call the souls into his realm of death. But then he saw her. He dried her tears through his wind until one day—”

“He took her.” she filled in once more. “He used the wind to tie her hands with the flowery branches she grew and kidnapped her from the Holy Garden.”

“Are you sure kidnapped is the right word?”

“According to the myth? Yes. You might have been a great scholar, but I’m not a goat.”

He chuckled quietly, and the sound made her turn again to watch him.

He held her gaze as amusement left his marbled features, and without taking his eye off her, he tilted his chin towards the painting “Look at her. Look at her face and tell me what you see."

She did so, observing the anguish, the dark trepidation on the Maiden’s face.

“She is frightened.”

“Is she?” he asked, and suddenly he was almost behind her. His breath tickled her ear like the wind on a hot summer day, and her breath hitched once more. “Look into her eyes.” he whispered on her nape “Is it fear to be taken…or desire?”

She swallowed, keeping her eyes fixed on the painting, and dug her nails into the expensive fabric of her little purse. “Art is not math.” she said with confidence “There is not one undisputable interpretation.” And she turned to face him “So unless you painted that, and I have some doubts, you say she’s keen on being taken. I say she’s frightened.”

Aemond stared at her for a moment with a strange new look on his face, as if someone had just issued a challenge to him. His blue eye was wide, and the little smirk was peeking through his lips. “Do you ever choose a position, golden girl?”

“I think I just did.”

“Allow me to rephrase, then. A less boring position.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but he was faster. “Let me show you something a little less ambiguous.”  

"Wow, these are beautiful," she said as they climbed the stairs to the floor above the one where the glorious anonymous painting stood. On the angled wall, a series of photographs were exhibited—portraits, precisely—all in black and white.

"Are we complimenting each other now?" he asked, halting on a step.

She looked at him doubtfully for a moment before slightly widening her eyes. "What, these are yours?"

He gave her a simple nod, and she looked back at the portraits.

"My mother put them here. Her way to prove she cares, I guess." He said absent-mindedly, as if conversing about the weather. 

The Lannister girl watched him closely, in search of something that would betray such a cold statement, but there were no cracks, no cuts.

"The great mystery unraveled.” She said forcing a dramatic tone “Aemond Targaryen is a photographer."

"I am not. I don’t do it for a living.”

“Yes, because you don’t need a job to get by.”

“Look who’s talking.”

She glared at him, trying with poor success to stifle a smile.

“It's just an interest." He stated.

"A passion." she dared to suggest.

"I wouldn't call it that. Passion preludes emotion, ardor. Photography is nothing like."

She watched him fold his arms behind his back in a peculiar way, grabbing his forearms with his hands. He had done the same thing earlier, in front of the painting. The gesture caught her attention then, as it did now.

"What is it then?" she asked, trailing her eyes back to his face.

He stared at her for an impossible long time before answering. “Revelation.”

She looked back at the portraits and observed them thoroughly. There were some men caught behind the camera, but the majority were all women. Young and beautiful women.

The portraits were majestic, she considered. He had found a way to toy with light which made these people look like glimpses from an otherworldly dimension, flashes of dreams.

No, not dreams, she thought.

The light was cruel, exposing, cutting. And all the subjects seemed to have been caught in a moment of great distress, flowing almost into a grotesque despair.

Flashes of nightmares.  

The sight made her lips part, her skin shiver with eeriness and something else, something she could not name. The same basic instinct that had pushed her to follow him. These people, made eternal by black and white, were dressed, but their souls utterly naked before the eye.

“I wouldn’t call it revelation…”

“And what would you call it?” he asked, stepping beside her to watch the portrait, not missing her little startle when his elbow brushed against hers.

She took a deep, silent breath and turned her head to look at him. "Intrusion.”

“Hmm.” He mused, slipping his pack of smokes from his pocket “Intrusion of which kind?”

He placed the cigarette between his lips only to see her hand snatching it away, but slowly, just like she was used to move, so much that her fingertip brushed his upper lip. “Any kind.” she answered and his eye fell on her rosy lips closing around the filter.

His mouth twitched, as if her light brushing had lit his skin aflame, and he moved unconsciously, bringing the lighter close but pausing, his thumb lingering on the little wheel, and he looked at her, just as she looked at him.  

When he pushed his finger to light the flame, the short metallic sound came through with a strange finality, a curtain dropping after the first act.

She lit the cigarette and took a long drag, glancing at the portraits and then back at him. “Did you fuck these women?” 

“No.” was all he said, hiding a little smirk as he slipped another smoke between his lips. He saw her raising her eyebrows with clear disbelief, so he clarified. “Not all of them.”

“I bet they revealed themselves thoroughly.”

“They were more than keen to do it.”

“And did you?” she countered, tilting her head, lowering her voice so that once again, he found himself leaning towards her, like a moth to a flame. “Did you reveal yourself as well? Did you let them intrude?”

“Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.”

She clicked her tongue and laughed—the very first genuine laugh she could conjure up in the span of hours, or even days. “Now you’re just trying to impress me.”

“Yes. And unfortunately for you, it is working.”

She gave him a bemused look at his brazen statement, but she felt strangely exposed under his unblinking stare, a hand ending her ceaseless floating to anchor her against the seabed.

“I want you to come to my place," he said suddenly, his voice kept quiet, almost soft, to the verge of whispering. It wrapped her senses like a soothing lullaby.

“I want to take your picture.”

“Why? To end up on this wall and in your bed like dozens of girls before me?”

“Dozens?” he raised an eyebrow “I’m flattered.”

“Don’t be.”

“Hmm” he crooned, cocking his head to one side, a contented expression stretching on his face, much like a cat licking its whiskers. “Envy doesn’t suit a Lannister.”

“Envy?” she repeated, laughing scornfully. “You’re an arrogant brat, has anyone ever told you?”

“Many in fact. So, shall we?”   

“Shall we what?”

“Pity, I thought you had stopped boring me.” He said pocketing his lighter “Stay here playing the doll with those old fogeys, if you like. I’m leaving.”

She had only time to blink and he was gone, leaving her on those steps with the foreign, unsettling longing to follow. Her feet moved on their own, dragging her back to the party with an urgency shaking her bones, pushing her eyes to dart in every corner of the hall, moving amongst the people as if chasing the wind.

“Oh, there you are!” Jason pulled her to him, and she stilled, as she was used to, but everything inside her kept moving. “That Lonmouth smartass came at me screaming like a chicken.” Jason said with cocaine pupils, slurring words after words “as if it’s Dad’s fault that he’s an idiot. Put him in his place, would you? I’m too high, I might stick a fork between his eyes. D’you you want to hear something funny?”

“No, Jason. I don’t.” she replied absently, looking around once more “Listen, did you see Aemond Targaryen?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.” She said, wriggling herself from his hold, but he was fast to pull her back “Sis, why are you looking for that creep?”  

“Let me go, Jason.”

“Listen to me. First the shit show in Pyke and now Aemond One Eye? Dad would not be happy to know you are—”

“Dad would not be happy to know fucking anything that he has not concocted and told us to do. And I’m tired of it, Jason.” She hastily broke free from his grip, alerting the well-dressed people around them, but she ignored them altogether. “Just this once, you’ll have to play the puppet. I’m done for tonight.” she tugged the pocket square from his jacket and threw it at him. “And wipe your nose, for Gods’ sake. There’s coke on it.”

She wandered inside the huge hall like walking through quicksand, sinking a little more any time another man or woman stopped her to chit chat, to ask her about her father and the bank and the next slot in her father's agenda.

As if she had any clue. As if her father had not dismissed any of her natural vocations  like wrong bills to be fed to the shredder only to make her study economics, only to frame her degree, and then instruct her himself to specialize in the sacred act of parading herself around like a rare stuffed creature.

“Here you are.” A hand slipped around her waist, and she found herself enveloped by two familiar hands. “I’ve looked for you anywhere.”

“Quentin.” She said, looking into the dark glinting eyes of Quentin Martell, slightly wrinkling her nose for the heavy male perfume in which he had apparently dunked his suit.

His eyes scanned her slowly, looking like he wanted to peel her dress off like an orange. “Always outshining anyone else, are you?”

She looked away, stifling an exasperated sigh, all too used to Quentin’s redundant flatteries.

“This party is dead, isn’t it? And rather self-celebratory from the Hightowers. As if they don’t owe their current position to Viserys Targaryen.”

She glanced at him and saw her father talking. It was one of his favorite refrains at breakfast, lunch or dinner. It made no difference to him. Any time was a good time to incense themselves as the best, the wealthiest, the proudest, and hundreds of more superlatives that made the food instantly go rancid in her mouth.

Distractedly, her eyes roamed around, numbing her ears while Quentin kept talking. It was then that she saw him. He had not left.

Holding a glass of some liquor, he seemed to be in deep conversation, or rather on the receiving end of a soliloquy from his grandfather, who was leaning slightly over him, almost talking to his ear.

His eye was absently buried to the floor, one long finger tapped against the glass. A couple of words she could not make from that distance slipped from his mouth, resigned as his whole demeanor.

She thought she was looking into a mirror.

“Honey, are you listening to me?” Quentin asked at some point, tightening the hold on her waist. “Who are you looking at so rapt?”

“No one.” she hurried to say. But Quentin was quicker to follow her gaze before she dropped it.  “Aemond One Eye?” he said on the verge of mockery. “Baby, he is so out of your league.”

She cocked her head and plastered a tight smile on her lips. “And precisely, what do you know about my league?” 

“You know what I mean. How blind can you be not to notice that your brother has been screwing your girlfriend behind your back for months? Oops, sorry, wrong metaphor.”

“Both the Baratheons and the Targaryens have denied it.”

“Sure, sure. Then why the Baratheons were not invited tonight? And why did the one eyed come? He never does. Oh wait, look at that, Aegon’s missing. Not surprising though, didn’t they say Targaryens used to fuck amongst their own in the old times?”

She lowered her gaze, lost in thought, and then turned her head, instantly widening her eyes, shoulders tensing when she saw Aemond looking straight at her, sipping his drink, straightening the cobweb’s thread on which she had been tottering until that moment.

“Baby, are you high again?” Quentin asked her, with a genuine, inquisitive tone.

“What?”

“You’re shivering. Greyjoy told me everything about that night. Said you went batshit crazy on coke. Depraved as he is, it’s actually a good thing that you OD’ed. That creep would have fucked you even that stoned.”

She immediately grabbed his arms, trying to wriggle out of his hold. “Let me go.”

“Oh, come on.” He nothing but hold her more tightly. “I know you like to get a little freaky once in a while. I do, too. In fact, why don’t we take a tour upstairs? We could cheer up this drag.”

“No. Quentin, let me go.”

“Come on.” He insisted, pulling her to his chest.

She had to step on his foot to shake him off. “Let me cut straight to the point. I won’t fuck you, Quentin. Not tonight, not even if you were the last man left on this earth.”

He grimaced, spitefully twisting his mouth like any man who's been denied the chance to feel like a man for a few minutes. “I had warned Greyjoy about this. I told him you’re a spoiled cunt. You know what? You should get with that Stark fag. He may fuck your ass, so maybe you’d feel something 'cause I’m sure as hell your cunt is drier than the Red Waste.”

The insults were also part of the play.

After all, the act might not please everyone in the stalls. “Just shrug them off. They’re praises, actually, disguised bitterly for what they cannot have.” her mother said “Besided, a lion does not concern itself with the opinion of the sheep.”

When she was younger, each bitter word was a giant finger pointed at her, a gavel sealing the next judgement. Her mother had tried with all her carelessness to teach her how to be exactly that. Careless, a river flowing in its direction no matter the filth that would pollute the waters.

But she was draining, ever since Pyke, perhaps long before that.

She was tired of pretending to be gold while her fingertips seemed to leave behind nothing else but ash.

Thank you so much for reading!! If you like to be tagged when I post part II, leave a comment below 🫶

[darchildre]

So far, the funniest and my favorite of the Count of Monte Cristo's wild-ass machinations is his bribing of the telegraph signaler.

Telegraph signaler: Yeah, this job is pretty great. I get every foggy day off, I get to work in my garden all the time, and the work is super easy - I just sit in a chair and pass on messages. I don't even have to know what they say! Basically, things are pretty perfect.

M. le Comte: (to himself) Fuck! This guy doesn't want anything and my only super power is having more money than God. I can't bribe a guy who doesn't want anything! What am I going to do?

Telegraph signaler: Really, the only problem in my life is that the damn dormice keep eating my nectarines.

M. le Comte: ...what if you had enough money to quit your job and grow many many nectarines? So many nectarines that the dormice couldn't eat them all?

Telegraph signaler: But - but my job -

M. le Comte: (waving an absurd pile of banknotes) Also peaches!

[mrsirobin]

What Makes a Money Counting Machine an Essential Tool for Businesses in Bangladesh?

Managing cash is a part of everyday life in Bangladesh. From grocery shops and wholesale traders to bank tellers and microfinance offices, handling physical money is still the norm. But as cash transactions grow in volume, the pressure to count, verify, and manage it accurately also increases.

That’s where a Money Counting Machine becomes incredibly helpful. These machines are now widely used to improve accuracy, save time, and protect businesses from losses caused by counting mistakes or counterfeit currency. If you’re thinking about getting one, it’s a good idea to explore the Money Counting Machine price in Bangladesh through a reliable source like Nobarun BD, which offers a range of models suited for different needs.

Let’s take a closer look at how these machines work, who should use them, and why they’ve become a smart investment for so many.

What Exactly Is a Money Counting Machine?

A Money Counting Machine, also called a Currency Counting Machine, is a device that can count large volumes of banknotes quickly and precisely. Many of these machines now come with built-in fake note detector technology, which scans each note for UV markings, magnetic ink, and other features to help detect counterfeit currency.

The machines are typically used in places where counting cash manually becomes too slow, inaccurate, or stressful—especially at the end of a long business day.

Who Uses These Machines in Bangladesh?

While banks were the early adopters of money counters, their usefulness has spread far beyond that.

You can now find Money Counter Machines in:

Supermarkets and chain stores

Wholesale businesses and distribution centers

NGOs and loan offices

Restaurants and event venues

Cooperatives and school administration offices

General stores, pharmacies, and electronics shops

If you're dealing with daily cash intake or cash-based services, you’re a good candidate for using one.

Why Do Businesses Prefer Money Counting Machines?

There are several clear benefits that make a Money Counting Machine worth considering:

1. Faster Counting = More Productivity

Manually counting 1000 notes can take a person 15 to 20 minutes, and that too with a chance of error. A Currency Counting Machine can do the same task in less than a minute, freeing up time for other important work.

2. Accuracy and Error-Free Operations

Fatigue, distractions, and pressure often lead to miscounts. These errors can cost businesses money or damage trust with customers and staff. With a Money Counter Machine, you get reliable, error-free results every time.

3. Protection from Counterfeit Notes

Fake notes are still a concern across Bangladesh. A money counting machine with fake note detector alerts the user immediately if a suspicious note is detected, reducing the risk of financial losses and improving accountability.

4. Better Organization and Cash Flow Management

Some machines offer batching functions, allowing you to prepare cash in organized bundles for banking, deposits, or payroll distribution. This helps maintain a more structured approach to cash handling.

Real-World Examples from Bangladesh

The impact of these machines can be seen across a wide range of users:

A retail shop in Dhanmondi reduced its closing time from 45 minutes to 10 by using an automatic money counter.

A small bank branch in Bogura improved customer service during rush hours by installing machines that detect fake notes and count mixed denominations.

A clothing wholesaler in Sylhet now uses a currency counter daily to handle payments from multiple customers without the stress of miscounting or disputes.

A rural NGO office distributing small loans found batch-counting functions particularly helpful in managing repayments.

These real examples show just how useful Money Counting Machines have become in everyday business scenarios.

What Features Should You Look For?

Not every machine is the same. Depending on your needs, here are some features to consider:

Counting Speed: Most machines handle between 800 to 1500 notes per minute.

Fake Note Detection: Look for UV, MG, and IR detection to guard against counterfeit currency.

Display Screen: A clear, easy-to-read digital display is important in fast-paced environments.

Batch and Add Functions: Useful for preparing bundles or totaling multiple stacks.

Note Size Compatibility: Ensure the machine supports all denominations of Bangladeshi Taka.

Noise Level: A quieter model might be better for customer-facing areas like bank counters or retail stores.

Choosing a model that fits your daily workflow is key to getting the best value.

What’s the Cost of a Money Counting Machine in Bangladesh?

Many people assume these machines are expensive. In reality, they are more accessible than ever. A reliable Money Counter Machine can now be purchased for as little as BDT 21,000.

Of course, more advanced models with mixed-denomination counting, multi-currency support, or high-speed performance may cost more. But even the basic machines provide excellent value by saving time, reducing errors, and improving business operations.

To compare models and explore the latest Money Counting Machine price in bd, you can visit platforms like Nobarun BD, which offer detailed specifications and photos.

Is It Really Worth It?

Absolutely. Let’s break it down:

Cost Savings: Avoid losses from fake notes or miscounting errors.

Time Efficiency: Finish cash handling tasks faster and with less stress.

Professionalism: Present your business as organized and tech-savvy.

Scalability: As your business grows, you’ll already have systems in place that support larger volumes of transactions.

Think of a Money Counting Machine not as an expense but as a long-term asset that pays for itself over time through efficiency and protection.

Final Thoughts

In Bangladesh’s fast-moving economy, staying organized and accurate with cash handling can make a big difference in a business's success. Whether you’re managing a bank, running a shop, or overseeing an NGO, having the right tools to manage money securely is essential.

A Money Counting Machine helps eliminate the risks of manual counting, improves your operational speed, and safeguards your cash flow against counterfeit currency. And with machines now starting from just BDT 21,000, there’s no reason to delay this upgrade.

As businesses across the country continue to modernize, these machines are no longer just nice-to-have—they are becoming a must-have for anyone dealing with cash daily.

[cassidausa01]

What Is a Mixed Bill Counter and How Does It Work?

In today's fast-paced business environment, efficiency and accuracy are key components of success. Whether you're managing a retail store, a bank, a casino, or any other cash-heavy operation, handling money manually can be time-consuming and error-prone. This is where a mixed bill counter comes in — an innovative piece of technology designed to streamline the cash handling process while reducing human error.

In this article, we’ll explore what a mixed bill counter is, how it works, and why investing in the best mixed bill counter is a smart decision for any business. We'll also spotlight a trusted brand in the industry: Cassida USA.

What Is a Mixed Bill Counter?

A mixed bill counter is a type of money counting machine that can recognize and count different denominations of banknotes in a single pass. Unlike traditional bill counters, which require all bills to be sorted by denomination before being fed into the machine, a mixed bill counter can handle unsorted stacks of currency. It uses advanced recognition technologies to detect the value of each note and provides a total count and value instantly.

This innovation not only saves time but also greatly reduces the chances of human error, making it an essential tool for businesses dealing with high volumes of cash.

How Does a Mixed Bill Counter Work?

Mixed bill counters are equipped with several technologies that work in tandem to identify and count currency accurately:

1. Currency Recognition Technology

At the heart of every mixed bill counter is a system that uses optical sensors and image recognition to identify the denomination of each bill. These sensors scan both sides of each note to detect unique features such as:

Size and dimensions

Colors and patterns

Security features like watermarks, micro-printing, and holograms

The machine then cross-references this data with pre-programmed templates for each denomination, enabling it to differentiate between $1, $5, $10, $20, $50, and $100 bills automatically.

2. Magnetic and Ultraviolet (UV) Detection

To prevent counterfeit currency from slipping through, most high-end mixed bill counters incorporate counterfeit detection technologies. Magnetic sensors detect magnetic ink used in legitimate notes, while UV sensors check for fluorescent symbols and threads embedded in genuine currency.

3. Infrared (IR) Detection

IR sensors further enhance the machine’s ability to verify the authenticity of each bill by checking for IR ink patterns that are invisible to the naked eye.

4. Batching and Sorting Features

Many of the best mixed bill counters also offer batching and sorting features. For example, you can set the machine to count a certain number of bills at a time, or to sort out specific denominations or suspect bills for further review.

Benefits of Using a Mixed Bill Counter

1. Time-Saving

One of the primary advantages of using a mixed bill counter is the time it saves. Counting cash manually can take hours, especially if the bills are not sorted. A mixed bill counter can process hundreds, even thousands, of notes in minutes.

2. Improved Accuracy

Even the most diligent employee can make mistakes when counting large amounts of cash. A mixed bill counter minimizes the chance of error and ensures every cent is accounted for.

3. Counterfeit Detection

With counterfeit detection features, you can rest assured that every bill that passes through the machine is thoroughly examined for authenticity.

4. Convenience

Mixed bill counters eliminate the need to sort money beforehand, allowing staff to focus on other tasks. They also produce printed reports and summaries for easy record-keeping and audits.

5. Professional Image

Using advanced cash handling equipment conveys a sense of professionalism and reliability to customers and business partners.

Who Needs a Mixed Bill Counter?

Mixed bill counters are ideal for a variety of industries, including:

Retail Stores: Daily cash register reconciliation becomes faster and more accurate.

Banks and Credit Unions: Large volumes of deposits and withdrawals can be processed with ease.

Casinos and Gaming Centers: Handle significant amounts of cash quickly and securely.

Restaurants and Cafés: Manage cash from multiple tills effortlessly.

Churches and Charities: Accurately count donations made in various denominations.

Choosing the Best Mixed Bill Counter

When selecting a mixed bill counter, it's important to consider several key features:

Counting Speed: Look for machines that offer fast throughput (at least 1,000 notes per minute).

Multi-Currency Support: If your business deals with international cash, choose a model that can handle multiple currencies.

Ease of Use: User-friendly interfaces, clear displays, and intuitive operation are essential.

Counterfeit Detection: Make sure the machine includes magnetic, UV, and IR detection.

Durability and Warranty: A reliable build and good manufacturer support will save you from headaches down the line.

One of the top providers of cash handling equipment is Cassida USA, a brand known for quality, precision, and innovation in the industry.

Why Choose Cassida USA?

Cassida USA has established itself as a trusted name in currency handling solutions. Their mixed bill counters combine high-speed performance with state-of-the-art detection features, all housed in sleek, user-friendly designs.

Popular models like the Cassida Zeus or Cassida Quattro are known for:

Superior counterfeit detection

High counting speeds

Reliable performance under heavy usage

Touchscreen displays for ease of use

Compatibility with both U.S. and international currency

With a commitment to customer satisfaction and cutting-edge technology, Cassida USA consistently delivers some of the best mixed bill counters on the market.

Explore their full range of mixed bill counters here: https://cassidausa.com/collections/mix-bill-counters

Conclusion

In a world where time is money, a mixed bill counter offers an efficient, accurate, and secure way to manage your cash flow. Whether you run a small business or oversee operations for a large financial institution, investing in a reliable machine from a reputable brand like Cassida USA can save you both time and money.

From rapid currency recognition to advanced counterfeit detection, the best mixed bill counters are more than just counting machines — they’re essential tools for modern money management.

Make the smart move. Automate your cash counting process and experience the difference a professional-grade mixed bill counter can make.

[kolibriusa01]

Understanding the Importance of a Mixed Bill Counter in Modern Cash Management

In today's fast-paced world, efficient cash management is more important than ever. Whether you are running a small retail business, managing a large financial institution, or overseeing operations in a high-traffic venue, handling large volumes of cash efficiently and accurately is a priority. One of the essential tools that facilitate streamlined cash management is a mixed bill counter.

A mixed bill counter is an advanced machine that can simultaneously sort and count different denominations of currency, such as banknotes of varying values. It is a game-changer in cash-intensive operations, reducing manual labor, increasing accuracy, and improving operational efficiency. In this article, we will delve into why a mixed bill counter is essential in modern cash management and explore how it has revolutionized the way businesses handle cash.

The Evolution of Cash Management

Cash management has evolved significantly over the years. Traditional methods of counting and sorting bills were time-consuming and error-prone. In the past, businesses would rely on manual counting and sorting of bills, which was not only labor-intensive but also prone to human errors. With the advent of technology, machines have been developed to automate many of these processes, including currency counting and sorting.

The rise of mixed bill counters is one such technological advancement. These counters use sophisticated sensors and mechanisms to identify, count, and sort bills of different denominations. This automation has brought tremendous benefits to various industries, from retail and hospitality to banking and casinos.

What is a Mixed Bill Counter?

A mixed bill counter is a machine designed to automatically count and sort different denominations of bills at the same time. Unlike traditional bill counters, which can only handle one denomination at a time, mixed bill counters can identify and separate different currencies as they are being fed into the machine. This ability makes them particularly useful in environments where multiple denominations of bills are being processed simultaneously.

For example, a retail business might receive cash payments in several different denominations. Without a mixed bill counter, employees would need to manually sort the bills and count them one by one, which can be time-consuming and prone to error. However, with a mixed bill counter, the machine can automatically detect the different bills, count them, and separate them into their respective denominations, providing accurate results in a fraction of the time.

The Key Benefits of a Mixed Bill Counter

1. Time Efficiency

One of the biggest advantages of using a mixed bill counter is the significant time savings it offers. Manual counting and sorting can take hours, especially in high-volume cash handling environments. With a mixed bill counter, the process becomes almost instantaneous. This allows businesses to allocate their time and resources to more critical tasks, such as improving customer service or managing inventory.

2. Accuracy and Reduced Human Error

Human error is a natural occurrence when manually counting large volumes of cash. A simple mistake in counting or sorting bills can lead to discrepancies in the cash register, which may result in financial losses or discrepancies in the books. Mixed bill counters, on the other hand, provide highly accurate results. They use advanced sensors and algorithms to ensure that the counting and sorting process is flawless, significantly reducing the chances of human error.

3. Enhanced Security

When handling large sums of cash, security is always a top concern. Mixed bill counters are equipped with security features such as counterfeit detection, which helps identify fake bills. This ensures that only authentic currency is counted and stored. In addition, because the process is automated, the likelihood of internal theft is reduced, as fewer employees need to handle cash directly.

4. Increased Productivity

By reducing the time and labor required to count and sort cash, mixed bill counters improve overall productivity. Employees no longer have to spend hours on repetitive and tedious tasks. Instead, they can focus on more value-added activities that contribute to the business’s success. Whether it's serving customers, managing the cash register, or performing other essential tasks, a mixed bill counter ensures that time is used more efficiently.

5. Reduced Operational Costs

At first glance, investing in a mixed bill counter may seem like an unnecessary expense. However, the long-term savings are substantial. By automating cash management processes, businesses can reduce the number of staff required to handle cash, thereby lowering labor costs. Additionally, mixed bill counters minimize the risk of human error and discrepancies, which can lead to costly mistakes. The reduction in operational costs, combined with the time savings, makes investing in a mixed bill counter a wise financial decision.

6. Better Cash Flow Management

For businesses, managing cash flow is a critical aspect of ensuring financial health. Mixed bill counters help businesses maintain better control over their cash flow by providing accurate and efficient cash handling. With real-time reports and automated cash tracking, businesses can keep a closer eye on their cash reserves and make more informed financial decisions. Whether it's ensuring sufficient change for customers or tracking revenue, a mixed bill counter helps businesses stay on top of their finances.

Applications of Mixed Bill Counters

Mixed bill counters are used in various industries, each benefiting from the automation and efficiency they provide:

Retail

Retail businesses, especially those with high foot traffic, benefit greatly from mixed bill counters. Cashiers no longer need to manually count and sort bills at the end of a shift. Instead, they can rely on the mixed bill counter to perform the task quickly and accurately, allowing the business to close out registers faster and more efficiently.

Banking and Financial Institutions

Banks and other financial institutions handle large volumes of currency daily. Mixed bill counters help speed up the process of counting, sorting, and verifying currency. These machines also play a critical role in the detection of counterfeit bills, ensuring that only genuine currency is circulated.

Hospitality and Entertainment

Venues such as casinos, hotels, and entertainment centers often deal with high volumes of cash. A mixed bill counter can help streamline the cash management process, ensuring that operations run smoothly and that financial discrepancies are avoided.

Why You Should Buy a Mixed Bill Counter

The benefits of buy mixed bill counter are clear. But when choosing to invest in one, it’s crucial to select a reliable and reputable brand that offers high-quality performance. When considering purchasing a mixed bill counter, you should look for one that offers speed, accuracy, and durability. This ensures that the machine can handle high volumes of cash and withstand the demands of busy environments.

One such trusted option is the Kolibri USA Mixed Bill Counter, which combines cutting-edge technology with high-performance capabilities. Designed for both small and large businesses, this machine is engineered to provide fast, efficient, and accurate cash management solutions. With built-in counterfeit detection and a user-friendly interface, the Kolibri USA Mixed Bill Counter can help your business save time and money while improving cash handling accuracy.

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Conclusion

In today's competitive business environment, having an efficient and accurate cash management system is crucial. A mixed bill counter is an invaluable tool that can help businesses streamline their cash-handling operations. Whether you’re running a retail shop, a bank, or a high-traffic venue, investing in a mixed bill counter can lead to significant time savings, increased accuracy, better security, and reduced operational costs. By choosing a high-quality product, such as the Kolibri USA Mixed Bill Counter, businesses can ensure they stay ahead of the curve in managing their cash efficiently and securely.

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Effortless Cash Handling & Peace of Mind: The N70 Review

Tired of the tedious task of manually counting cash and worrying about counterfeits? Say goodbye to counting headaches and hello to seamless cash management! Dive into our comprehensive review of the N70 Mixed Denomination Money Counter – the smart solution designed to streamline your business's cash handling, detect fakes with laser precision, and give you back precious time. Is this the ultimate cash counting companion? Let's find out!

Pros:

Efficient Mixed Denomination Counting: This machine automatically recognizes and counts bills of different denominations simultaneously, providing a total value and a breakdown of the quantity and value for each denomination. This significantly saves time compared to manual sorting and counting.

Accurate Counterfeit Detection: Equipped with UV, MG, IR, and MT counterfeit detection methods, along with dimensional detection, it offers robust protection against fake currency. It alerts users with a red screen and an alarm upon detecting suspicious bills.

User-Friendly Interface: A 3.5" TFT LCD display, along with optional side and external displays, provides clear visibility of counting results from multiple angles. Some models also include voice settings for added convenience.

Fast and Smooth Counting: Utilizes advanced roller technology to minimize jams and can count up to 1,200 bills per minute.

Multiple Counting Modes: Offers various modes like Mixed Denomination Counting (MDC), Single Denomination Counting (SDC), Count the Number (CNT), Batch, and Add functions to cater to different counting needs.

Multi-Currency Support: Some versions support multiple currencies, including USD, EUR, MXN, CAD, and GBP, making it suitable for businesses dealing with international currencies.

Printer Enabled: Certain models are printer-enabled, allowing for easy printing of counting results for record-keeping.

Durable Construction: Users have reported the machine to be robust and capable of withstanding minor accidents.

Software Updates: Lifetime software upgrades are often available to support new currency versions.

Easy Maintenance: Designed for easy cleaning and maintenance to ensure continued efficiency.

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Cons:

Requires Bills to Be Relatively Straight: The machine may face difficulties with very old, crumpled, or significantly damaged bills, potentially leading to miscounts or jams.

Instructions Could Be Clearer: Some users, particularly first-time users, might find the provided instructions lacking in clarity.

External Display May Be Unnecessary: The additional wired external display might not be useful for all users.

Not Suitable for Coins: This machine is designed for banknotes only and cannot count coins.

Potential for False Rejects: Some machines might incorrectly identify genuine bills as counterfeit, causing inconvenience.

Key Features:

Mixed Denomination Counting: Automatically counts and values mixed stacks of banknotes.

Value Counting: Provides the total monetary value of the counted bills.

Counterfeit Detection: Utilizes UV (Ultraviolet), MG (Magnetic), IR (Infrared), and MT (Magnetic Thread) sensors, along with dimensional analysis, to detect counterfeit currency.

3.5" TFT Display: Offers a clear and user-friendly interface for displaying counting results and machine status.

Multiple Displays: Some models include additional side screens and an external display for enhanced visibility.

Printer Compatibility: Allows connection to a thermal printer for printing detailed counting reports.

Multiple Counting Modes: Includes MDC, SDC, CNT, Batch, and Add modes.

Adjustable Counting Speed: Some models offer selectable counting speeds to suit different needs.

Batching Function: Enables counting bills in preset quantities.

Adding Function: Allows cumulative counting of multiple stacks of bills.

Automatic/Manual Start: Offers the flexibility to start counting automatically upon placing bills or manually.

Self-Diagnostic System: Can detect and display error codes for issues like paper jams or counterfeit detection.

Voice Setting: Some models provide voice prompts for different operations and modes.

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Comparison with Other Products:

   When comparing the N70 with other mixed denomination money counters, several factors come into        play:

Counterfeit Detection Technology: Many competing machines also offer UV, MG, and IR detection. The N70's inclusion of MT detection provides an additional layer of security, which might not be standard on all models. Some high-end counters also incorporate CIS (Contact Image Sensor) technology for more detailed bill scanning and serial number recognition.

Counting Speed: The N70's speed of up to 1,200 bills per minute is competitive with many machines in its class. Some industrial-grade counters might offer even higher speeds.

Display and User Interface: The 3.5" TFT display is a common feature, offering better visual clarity than older LED displays. The inclusion of multiple displays on some N70 models can be a unique advantage for certain setups. Touchscreen interfaces are also found on some competing models, offering a more modern user experience.

Currency Support: The number of supported currencies varies among machines. If your business deals with a wide range of international currencies beyond the N70's standard offerings, you might need to look for a more specialized multi-currency counter.

Printer Integration: While some counters are printer-enabled, the type of printer and ease of integration can differ. Some machines have built-in printers, while others, like the N70, might require an external printer.

Software and Connectivity: Advanced models might offer PC connectivity for data export and analysis, which could be a crucial feature for businesses requiring detailed cash flow management. The N70 offers the option to upload count data via a serial cable in some versions.

Price: Mixed denomination counters generally cost more than single denomination counters. The N70's price point will depend on its specific features and the vendor. It's essential to compare prices and features across different brands and models to find the best value for your business needs.

Conclusion:

The N70 Mixed Denomination Money Counter Machine appears to be a capable and efficient tool for businesses that handle moderate to large volumes of cash with mixed denominations. Its key strengths lie in its mixed denomination counting capability, robust counterfeit detection, and user-friendly interface. The printer-enabled feature is a significant advantage for record-keeping.

However, potential buyers should be aware of its limitations with damaged bills and the need to sort bills to some extent for optimal performance. Comparing the specific features and price of the N70 with other mixed denomination counters in the market will help determine if it's the best fit for your business requirements. If your business prioritizes strong counterfeit detection and efficient mixed bill processing, the N70 is a strong contender.

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2032, Currency Count Machine Market Share, Trends by 2024-2032

The Reports and Insights, a leading market research company, has recently releases report titled “Currency Count Machine Market: Global Industry Trends, Share, Size, Growth, Opportunity and Forecast 2024-2032.” The study provides a detailed analysis of the industry, including the global Currency Count Machine Market, size, trends, and growth forecasts. The report also includes competitor and regional analysis and highlights the latest advancements in the market.

Report Highlights:

How big is the Currency Count Machine Market?

The global currency counting machine market size reached US$ 230.2 million in 2023. Looking forward, Reports and Insights expects the market to reach US$ 360.1 million in 2032, exhibiting a growth rate (CAGR) of 5.1% during 2024-2032.

What are Currency Count Machine?

A currency counting machine is a specialized device designed to rapidly and accurately count large quantities of banknotes. It works by automatically sorting and counting bills as they move through its mechanism, often including features for detecting counterfeit notes and sorting by denomination. This technology enhances efficiency and minimizes errors compared to manual counting. Commonly used in banks, retail settings, and financial institutions, these machines may also offer additional functions such as batch counting, totaling, and report generation, making them vital for cash management and processing.

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What are the growth prospects and trends in the Currency Count Machine industry?

The currency counting machine market growth is driven by various factors and trends. The currency counting machine market is growing as the need for efficient and accurate cash management solutions rises across various industries. This growth is fueled by the demand for quicker processing and reduced errors in banks, retail stores, and financial institutions. Technological advancements, including improved counterfeit detection, enhanced bill sorting, and digital integration, are driving market expansion. Additionally, the increasing volume of cash transactions and the push for operational efficiency contribute to the market's development. Leading companies are investing in innovation and broadening their product lines to address the changing needs of customers and support ongoing market growth. Hence, all these factors contribute to currency counting machine market growth.

What is included in market segmentation?

The report has segmented the market into the following categories:

By Product Type:

Basic Currency Count Machines

Advanced Currency Count Machines

Mixed Bill Count Machines

High-capacity Currency Count Machines

Portable Currency Count Machines

Technology:

Optical Sensing Technology

Magnetic Sensing Technology

Ultraviolet (UV) Detection

Infrared (IR) Detection

Magnetic Ink (MG) Detection

End-user:

Banking Sector

Retail Sector

Commercial Sector

Gaming Sector

Hospitality Sector

Features:

Counterfeit Detection

Sorting and Batching

Value Counting

Fitness Sorting

Connectivity Options (USB, Ethernet, etc.)

Distribution Channel:

Online Retailers

Offline Retailers

Direct Sales

Distributors

Ownership Type:

Independent Ownership

Bank-owned

Capacity:

Low-capacity Machines

Medium-capacity Machines

High-capacity Machines

Sales Channel:

New Sales

Aftermarket Sales

Rental/Leasing

Price Range:

Low Range

Medium Range

High Range

Customer Type:

Small and Medium Enterprises (SMEs)

Large Enterprises

Application:

Cash Centers

Retail Stores

Banks

Casinos

Hotels

Counter Type:

Single Counter

Multi-Counter

Authentication Mode:

Manual Authentication

Automated Authentication

Industry Vertical:

Financial Services

Retail and E-commerce

Gaming and Entertainment

Hospitality and Tourism

Others

Market Positioning:

Entry-level/Basic Models

Mid-level Models

Premium/High-end Models

Segmentation By Region:

North America:

United States

Canada

Europe:

Germany

United Kingdom

France

Italy

Spain

Russia

Poland

BENELUX

NORDIC

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific:

China

Japan

India

South Korea

ASEAN

Australia & New Zealand

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America:

Brazil

Mexico

Argentina

Rest of Latin America

Middle East & Africa:

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

United Arab Emirates

Israel

Egypt

Rest of MEA

Who are the key players operating in the industry?

The report covers the major market players including:

Giesecke+Devrient

Glory Ltd.

Cummins Allison

Delarue

Cassida Corporation

Kisan Electronics

Laurel Bank Machines

Innovative Technology Ltd.

BCash Electronics

AccuBANKER

Billcon Corporation

Semacon

Klopp Coin Counter

Magner Corporation

Royal Sovereign International

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Technological Evolution of Currency Counters

The technological evolution of currency counters represents a fascinating journey of innovation, transforming from simple mechanical devices to sophisticated electronic systems that revolutionized cash management.

Early Beginnings

The first money counting machines emerged in the early 20th century, with initial developments focusing on mechanical coin counting. In the 1950s, the Japanese company (now Glory) developed the first coin counter, designed to simplify tasks for bank employees These early machines used a simple mechanism with a rotating inner disc that sorted coins by size, marking the initial step in automated cash counting.

Technological Milestones

First Generation Machines

The first cash counting machine, invented in China in 1958, was remarkable for its time. It was approximately the size of an office desk and featured:

An air pump

Suction nozzle

Counting shaft

Motor

This initial design allowed banknotes to be sucked up and counted individually, though the speed was extremely slow.

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Electronic Advancements

By the mid-20th century, significant technological breakthroughs emerged:

Introduction of electronic components

Increased counting accuracy

Improved speed of cash processing

Batch counting capabilities

Size detection features

The 1980s marked a pivotal moment when computerized technology transformed currency counting. The REI High Speed machine, developed by the US Federal Reserve, could:

Count up to 72,000 notes per hour

Detect incorrectly positioned currency

Filter out worn or damaged bills

Automatically arrange currencies in 100-note blocks

Modern Capabilities

Contemporary currency counters have evolved to offer advanced features:

Counterfeit detection

Multi-currency processing

Damaged note identification

Precise sorting mechanisms

Integration with digital banking systems

Technological Innovations

Modern currency counters now incorporate sophisticated technologies:

Ultraviolet (UV) scanning

Magnetic (MG) detection

Infrared (IR) technology

Advanced optical sensors

AI-driven authentication systems

Future Outlook

The evolution of currency counters continues, with emerging trends pointing towards:

More compact designs

Enhanced AI-driven detection

Greater integration with digital financial systems

Improved energy efficiency

More precise authentication technologies

The journey from manual counting to advanced electronic systems demonstrates human innovation in financial technology, transforming how businesses and financial institutions manage cash.

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Currency Sorter Market Growth Drivers: Automation, Technology, and Efficiency Shaping the Industry

The currency sorter market has gained significant traction over the past few years, driven by a surge in demand for automation and precision in financial operations. Currency sorters are machines designed to quickly and accurately sort banknotes based on their denomination, authenticity, and quality. These devices have become crucial in financial institutions, retail businesses, and casinos, where large volumes of cash need to be processed efficiently. The market for currency sorters is expected to continue expanding as various factors drive growth and innovation in the industry. This article explores the key market drivers shaping the future of currency sorters.

1. Increased Demand for Automation

One of the primary drivers of the currency sorter market is the growing demand for automation in financial operations. As businesses strive to enhance operational efficiency and reduce human errors, the adoption of automated solutions like currency sorters has become a priority. With the ability to process large amounts of currency rapidly and accurately, these machines minimize the need for manual labor, which can be slow and error-prone. The automation trend is particularly evident in sectors such as banking, retail, and casinos, where cash handling is frequent and needs to be precise.

2. Need for Faster Cash Processing

With the rise in cash transactions worldwide, the need for faster cash processing systems has become critical. Currency sorters play a vital role in ensuring that banknotes are sorted in a matter of seconds, saving valuable time for businesses and financial institutions. By improving speed and efficiency, currency sorters enable organizations to handle high volumes of cash without disrupting daily operations. The speed at which currency sorters work also reduces the time spent on manual counting and checking, helping businesses save on labor costs.

3. Advancements in Technology

Technological advancements have significantly influenced the growth of the currency sorter market. The integration of features like counterfeit detection, quality assessment, and currency verification has made modern currency sorters more sophisticated and reliable. These advancements ensure that businesses can not only sort currency quickly but also maintain accuracy in detecting counterfeit notes. Furthermore, continuous improvements in sensor technology, artificial intelligence, and machine learning algorithms have enhanced the capabilities of currency sorters, driving their adoption across various sectors.

4. Expansion of the Retail Sector

As the retail sector continues to grow, the demand for currency sorters has surged. Retailers, especially large chains, handle significant amounts of cash daily, making manual sorting inefficient and costly. Currency sorters provide a practical solution by automating the sorting process, allowing retailers to reduce time spent on cash handling and increase overall efficiency. Additionally, with the increasing trend of cashless payments, many retailers are focusing on improving the efficiency of cash handling systems to balance their operations. This shift is expected to continue driving demand for currency sorters.

5. Rising Security Concerns

The need for enhanced security in cash management has been another significant driver for the currency sorter market. With increasing concerns about counterfeit currency and theft, businesses are seeking advanced solutions to protect their cash handling processes. Currency sorters are equipped with sophisticated security features, such as counterfeit detection mechanisms, which help identify fake banknotes and reduce the risk of financial losses. As security concerns continue to rise, the demand for reliable and secure currency sorting solutions is expected to grow.

6. Growth of Emerging Markets

Emerging markets, particularly in Asia-Pacific and Africa, are witnessing rapid economic growth, which is driving the demand for currency sorting machines. As these regions experience an increase in the volume of cash transactions due to rising populations and expanding economies, the need for efficient cash management systems becomes more critical. Currency sorters help businesses in these emerging markets meet the growing demand for fast and accurate cash handling while minimizing operational costs. Additionally, the increased adoption of digital currencies in these regions is further accelerating the need for automated currency sorting solutions.

7. Focus on Regulatory Compliance

In many countries, financial institutions and businesses must adhere to strict regulations regarding currency handling and cash management. Compliance with these regulations is crucial to avoid penalties and maintain smooth operations. Currency sorters aid businesses in meeting regulatory requirements by ensuring that the cash they handle is properly sorted and accounted for. This compliance-driven demand for efficient cash management systems is expected to propel the growth of the currency sorter market in the coming years.

Conclusion

The currency sorter market is poised for significant growth due to several key drivers, including the demand for automation, faster cash processing, technological advancements, and enhanced security features. As businesses across various sectors recognize the benefits of currency sorters in improving operational efficiency, minimizing errors, and ensuring regulatory compliance, the market is likely to continue expanding. The evolving needs of the retail sector, the growth of emerging markets, and increasing security concerns will also play a pivotal role in shaping the future of the currency sorter market.

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The MIX NOTE COUNTING MACHINE is a reliable and efficient solution for accurately counting various denominations of banknotes. This versatile machine can handle mixed currencies with ease, making it ideal for businesses and organizations that deal with multiple types of currency on a regular basis.

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💸 Money Counting Machine Price in Bangladesh – A Smart Tool for Smart Cash Handling

Handling large amounts of cash every day can be stressful, risky, and time-consuming—especially for business owners, retail shop managers, bank clerks, and even general users who deal with frequent cash transactions. That’s why a Money Counting Machine is no longer a luxury—it’s a necessity in today’s fast-paced economy.

If you’re wondering about the Money Counting Machine price in Bangladesh or which model is right for you, this article is designed to walk you through everything in a simple and helpful way.

🧠 What Is a Money Counting Machine?

A Money Counting Machine, also called a Currency Counting Machine or Money Counter Machine, is an automatic device used to count bundles of banknotes quickly and accurately. These machines are commonly used in shops, banks, offices, and organizations where cash flow is high.

More advanced models come with fake note detector sensors that identify counterfeit bills using UV, MG, or IR technology. This not only saves time but also protects businesses from financial losses due to fake currency.

✅ Why Do You Need One?

Manual cash counting is tiring, often inaccurate, and leaves room for human error. A single mistake in counting could cause hours of confusion and loss. Here’s why a Money Counting Machine makes life easier:

Fast Processing: Count hundreds of notes in seconds.

Accuracy Guaranteed: Avoid human errors and recounts.

Fake Note Detection: Advanced models come with built-in fake note detector systems.

Time-Saving: Automate repetitive tasks and let your staff focus on more important things.

Professional Handling: Build trust with customers and staff with transparent cash management.

🏪 Who Should Use It?

This machine is perfect for anyone who deals with cash regularly. Here's a quick list:

Retail store owners

Wholesalers and distributors

Pharmacies and supermarkets

NGOs and educational institutions

Event organizers

Fuel stations

Ticket counters

Small to medium-sized businesses

Whether your business is large or small, a Money Counting Machine simplifies the way you handle money.

🧾 Different Types of Money Counter Machines

Before you buy, it’s important to understand the different types available in the market:

1. Basic Money Counter Machines

Functions: Just count the notes.

Use case: For small shops or personal use.

Limitation: No fake note detector included.

2. Money Counting Machine with Fake Note Detector

Functions: Counts notes and detects counterfeit bills.

Ideal for: Medium-size shops, offices, clinics, etc.

Technology used: UV (ultraviolet), MG (magnetic), IR (infrared).

3. Advanced Currency Counting Machine

Functions: Mixed denomination detection, value calculation, sorting, and counterfeit check.

Ideal for: Banks, financial institutions, and high-volume businesses.

💡 What Features Should You Look For?

When buying a Money Counting Machine, make sure it has features that suit your needs:

Speed: Look for machines that can process 1,000 to 1,500 notes per minute.

Fake Note Detection: A must-have for all businesses handling cash.

Display: A large, clear LCD/LED screen helps track counts easily.

Batch Function: Great for organizing notes into specific amounts.

Add Function: Useful for totaling multiple stacks of currency.

Noise Level: Quiet machines are best for peaceful work environments.

Dust Resistance: Extends machine life and improves performance.

📌 Real-Life Use Cases

Let’s break down how various users benefit from a Money Counter Machine:

Retail Shops: No more end-of-day counting struggles. Get accurate results in minutes.

Banks: Handle large volumes of cash with confidence and speed.

Event Managers: Count ticket collections quickly and error-free.

Educational Institutions: Simplify fee collection and counting during admission seasons.

Pharmacies and Supermarkets: Deal with multiple cash counters and ensure accurate reconciliation.

💰 So, What’s the Price?

Now that you know how helpful these machines are, let’s talk about price—because that’s usually the biggest question.

Quality Money Counting Machines in Bangladesh start from ৳21,000. Yes, for just BDT 21,000, you can have a professional-grade machine with essential features like fast counting and fake note detection.

Of course, depending on the brand, functionality, and build quality, prices may vary. Higher-end models with mixed denomination recognition and automatic sorting can cost significantly more. But for most small to medium businesses, even the base models provide incredible value.

You can check out the updated pricing and compare models on Nobarun BD’s website, a trusted supplier in the Bangladeshi market.

🔍 Top Brands Available in Bangladesh

Several brands are well-known for offering reliable and durable machines:

KINGS Power

Xinda

Gold Japan

Hisense

Hitachi

These brands provide after-sales service, warranties, and great build quality—important factors when making a business investment.

📈 Money Counting Machine Price in BD: Quick Summary

In Bangladesh, Money Counting Machines come in different types based on features and usage. Below is a clear breakdown to help you choose the right one:

1. Basic Machines: These are simple machines that only count notes. They do not detect fake currency. Best for small shops or personal use. ➡️ Starting Price: Around ৳21,000

2. Mid-Range Machines: These machines come with a fake note detector. They use UV, MG, or IR technology to detect counterfeit notes. Ideal for medium-sized businesses, offices, and clinics. ➡️ Starting Price: Around ৳30,000

3. Advanced Machines: These are high-end Currency Counting Machines that can count mixed denominations, calculate totals, and detect fakes. Suitable for banks and large organizations. ➡️ Starting Price: ৳45,000 or more

🛍️ Where to Buy One?

It’s important to buy from a reliable vendor that offers genuine products, service warranty, and after-sales support. One such place is Nobarun BD, where you can explore a wide variety of machines and select the one that matches your business requirements.

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✅ Final Thoughts

A Money Counting Machine isn’t just a gadget—it’s an investment in speed, accuracy, and peace of mind. From detecting fake notes to saving hours of manual work, this one tool can transform your business operations.

Whether you’re a retail shop owner, a banker, or someone who deals with large amounts of cash, this machine will help streamline your workflow. And with prices starting at just ৳21,000, it’s more affordable than you think.👉 Ready to make your cash management smarter? Explore the latest models today at Nobarun BD and find the perfect Money Counting Machine for your needs!

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Which is the Best Currency Counting Machine in India ?

In today’s fast-paced world, efficiency is key, especially when it comes to handling finances. Whether you run a small business, manage a bank, or handle cash transactions on a daily basis, having a reliable currency counting machine is essential. But with so many options available in the market, how do you determine which one is the best fit for your needs? In this guide, we’ll delve into the intricacies of currency counting machines, focusing particularly on the Indian market, with a spotlight on Chennai, and highlight why Marctek Fake Note Solutions stands out as a top choice.

Understanding Currency Counting Machines

Currency counting machines, also known as bill counters or money counters, are devices designed to accurately count large volumes of banknotes quickly. They come in various types, including basic models for simple counting tasks and advanced machines equipped with features like counterfeit detection, sorting capabilities, and batch counting.

Key Considerations When Choosing a Currency Counting Machine

Accuracy: The primary function of a currency counting machine is to count money accurately. Look for machines with high precision sensors and advanced counting algorithms to minimize errors.

Speed: Efficiency is paramount, especially in environments with high cash flow. Consider the speed of the machine, measured in notes per minute (NPM), to ensure it can keep up with your workload.

Counterfeit Detection: With the rise of counterfeit currency, built-in counterfeit detection features are crucial. Look for machines equipped with UV (Ultraviolet), MG (Magnetic), and IR (Infrared) sensors to detect fake notes effectively.

Sorting and Batch Counting: If you deal with multiple denominations or need to batch count specific amounts of cash, opt for machines with sorting and batch counting capabilities.

User-Friendly Interface: Choose a machine with an intuitive interface and easy-to-use controls to streamline operations and minimize training time for your staff.

Reliability and Durability: Invest in a machine built to withstand frequent use and capable of handling large volumes of cash without compromising performance.

Based on the aforementioned criteria, Marctek Fake Note Solutions emerges as a top contender in the Indian market, particularly in Chennai. Here’s why:

State-of-the-Art Technology: Marctek currency counting machines are equipped with advanced sensors and cutting-edge technology to ensure unparalleled accuracy and reliability.

Comprehensive Counterfeit Detection: With sophisticated UV, MG, and IR sensors, Marctek machines can swiftly identify counterfeit notes, safeguarding your business from financial losses.

Versatility: Whether you need a basic currency counting machine or a multifunctional device with sorting and batch counting capabilities, Marctek offers a wide range of options to suit diverse needs.

User-Friendly Design: Marctek machines feature intuitive interfaces and ergonomic designs, making them easy to operate for users of all skill levels.

Robust Build Quality: Built to withstand the rigors of daily use, Marctek currency counting machines are known for their durability and longevity, providing reliable performance year after year.

Exceptional Customer Service: With a dedicated team of experts and authorized dealers across Chennai, Marctek ensures prompt assistance and support for all your currency counting needs.

Conclusion

When it comes to selecting the best currency counting machine in India, particularly in Chennai, Marctek Fake Note Solutions stands out as a trusted brand synonymous with quality, reliability, and innovation. With a commitment to excellence and a comprehensive range of products tailored to meet the diverse needs of businesses, Marctek is the preferred choice for those seeking top-notch currency management solutions. Invest in Marctek today and experience the difference firsthand.

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Cash in, Sorted Out: The Revolution of Sorting Cash Machine Market

In the age of digital payments and contactless transactions, the Sorting Cash Machine Market emerges as a beacon of efficiency and convenience. With cash still playing a significant role in daily transactions worldwide, the demand for advanced sorting solutions is on the rise. From banks to retail outlets, these machines streamline cash handling processes, reducing errors and enhancing operational efficiency. As businesses adapt to changing consumer preferences, the Sorting Cash Machine Market witnesses a surge in demand for versatile, high-speed sorting solutions that cater to diverse cash management needs.

Gone are the days of manual cash counting and sorting. The Sorting Cash Machine Market is witnessing a transformative shift towards automation and intelligence. Cutting-edge technologies such as machine learning algorithms and computer vision empower these machines to accurately authenticate, count, and sort banknotes in real-time. With features like counterfeit detection and serial number tracking becoming standard, businesses can ensure regulatory compliance and safeguard against financial risks, fostering trust and reliability in cash transactions.

In a world where time is money, speed is of the essence. The Sorting Cash Machine Market responds to this demand with lightning-fast sorting capabilities, enabling businesses to process large volumes of cash swiftly and efficiently. Whether it's sorting mixed denominations or detecting anomalies, these machines offer unparalleled speed and accuracy, revolutionizing cash management practices across industries. As the market continues to evolve, expect to see further integration with IoT and cloud-based solutions, ushering in a new era of connected cash management.

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