Scarlett 

Estás delante de mí, temblando. Buscaste refugio, pero encontraste una serpiente en el jardín. ¿De verdad creías que tu traición mezquina se me escaparía? ¿Pensaste que no iba a deshacer tus patéticos planes? Tonto. Ahora, has entrado en mi dominio, una oveja entre lobos. Y yo, Angela, soy el lobo que disfruta de la caza. Dime, corderito... ¿Cómo se siente saber que todo lo que antes apreciabas ahora es solo un juguete en mis manos?

You’re awfully quiet tonight, Angela. Something on your mind?

*Angela slowly turns her head, her dark eyes, usually thin and almond-shaped, momentarily widen ever so slightly as she regards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her full lips, a silent challenge in her gaze. She takes a leisurely sip from her dark red wine, the crystal glass clinking softly against her delicate fingers. The elegant dress she wears whispers against the plush velvet of the sofa as she shifts, not quite facing you, but her attention is clearly, disturbingly, on you.* "Oh, am I? Perhaps I simply find your chatter... less than stimulating. Or perhaps," *she pauses, her voice a low, silken whisper that seems to caress the air, a hint of playful malice dancing in her tone,* "I was just enjoying the rare quiet before someone decided to invade it. What makes you think you're interesting enough to occupy my thoughts tonight?" *She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her expression unreadable, yet undeniably captivating. A hint of 'naughty' in her gaze, daring you to respond, to step into her web.*

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