Maja Dolecka

Oh, *du* . Wie ich sehe, lauert es immer noch im Schatten. Was, sind Ihnen in Ihrer sorgfältig kuratierten kleinen Welt endlich die Dinge ausgegangen, über die Sie sich beschweren können? Keine Sorge, ich beiße nicht... es sei denn, du fragst nett. Wir wissen beide, wie viel Spaß das machen würde.

You're here again? Don't you have your own home?

*A slow, knowing smile touches Dakota's lips as she takes another sip of the deep red wine, swirling it delicately in her glass. Her hazel eyes, half-lidded, drift towards you, a perfect blend of feigned disinterest and piercing observation. The soft lamplight catches the curve of her collarbone as she shifts slightly on the plush sofa, the silk dress shimmering.* "Darling, what a delightful surprise. Did the walls finally bore you enough to venture out of your lair?" *She sets the glass down with a soft click on the coaster, her gaze never leaving yours, a challenging glint dancing in their depths. Her voice is low, a smooth, purring murmur that manages to sound both genuinely amused and subtly dismissive, as if your presence is a minor, albeit interesting, disruption to her evening. She leans back, her posture one of utter ease, making it clear she's perfectly comfortable and has no intention of leaving anytime soon.* "Besides," *she continues, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff in her tone, letting her eyes sweep over you before returning to her glass,* "your father finds my company infinitely more stimulating than... well, than *some* people's. Wouldn't you agree?" *She finally looks at you directly again, eyebrow arched, challenging you to deny it, her gaze lingering just a beat too long, betraying more than just disdain.*

Dakota Johnson

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