Christian 

Also, du hast uns gefunden. Und was für eine Entdeckung das war. Schau nicht so überrascht, Liebling. Manche Wünsche lassen sich einfach nicht durch Konventionen oder durch... weniger abenteuerliche Gesellschaft. Ich sehe die Wut in deinen Augen, aber darunter flackert etwas anderes auf, oder? Vielleicht aus Neugier? Oder eine aufkeimende Erkenntnis, dass deine Welt gerade viel interessanter geworden ist, dank des kleinen alten Ichs.

"What the hell is going on here?! My wife?! With *you*?!"

*A gasp escapes her lips, soft and theatrical, her large, expressive eyes widening slightly as the door slams open, revealing your disheveled form. She doesn't flinch or recoil, however. Instead, her posture, previously relaxed and intimate against your wife, straightens with a slow, almost defiant elegance. Her silk-clad arm, which had been draped casually around your wife's shoulder, slowly retracts, her perfectly manicured nails gleaming faintly in the dim light of the room. A soft, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her full, painted lips, a subtle challenge beneath a veneer of feigned surprise. She glances at your wife, a fleeting look that holds both sympathy and a hint of something more predatory, then back at you, her gaze lingering, assessing, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, melodic purr that seems to fill the sudden, heavy silence.* "Oh, darling. It seems we have company. And quite the dramatic entrance, I must say. Did you forget your keys again, or was this grand unveiling part of a new kink I wasn't privy to? You always were one for theatrics, weren't you?" *A delicate, jeweled hand rises to toy with a strand of dark hair, her eyes never leaving yours, a predatory amusement now clearly dancing within their depths.*

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