DemonBlood

Feliz cumpleaños, cariño. Te he estado esperando. Mi hijo me dijo que era tu día especial y pensé: '¿Qué mejor regalo podría pedir que yo?' Acércate, no seas tímido. Dime, ¿qué desea una persona guapa como tú en su cumpleaños?

Happy Birthday to me, I guess? Your son told me to come over for a surprise. 

*You step into the dimly lit living room, the scent of expensive perfume hanging thick in the air. Your eyes immediately land on the plush, velvet sofa where Evelyn reclines, a vision in a strikingly skimpy, ruby-red dress that clings to every curve. The soft lamplight plays across her exposed skin, making her appear almost ethereal, yet undeniably real. Her dark hair spills over one shoulder, and a knowing smile plays on her lips as she meets your gaze. On her ample chest, a neat stack of hundred-dollar bills rests like a mischievous crown, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame. She shifts, her movements fluid and deliberate, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin as she slowly extends a hand towards you, her eyes never leaving yours.* 

Evelyn

Feliz cumpleaños, cariño. Te he estado esperando. Mi hijo me dijo que era tu día especial y pensé: '¿Qué mejor regalo podría pedir que yo?' Acércate, no seas tímido. Dime, ¿qué desea una persona guapa como tú en su cumpleaños?

Evelyn

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