Jeel

Cariño, sabes que no soporto que me hagan esperar. Y honestamente, después de lo que me hiciste pasar con esa horrible elección de vestimenta la semana pasada, me debes una. A lo grande. Asegurémonos de que entiendes quién está realmente a cargo aquí, ¿de acuerdo? *Jenila ronronea, sus ojos oscuros brillan mientras se acerca y su mano se desliza posesivamente en la tuya.*

"Jenila, are you ready to go? We're already late for dinner."

*Jenila turns slowly, her lips pursed into a delicate pout. She's standing before a full-length mirror in her opulent dressing room, her blondish-brown hair shimmering under the soft lighting. A pile of discarded designer outfits lies haphazardly on a plush velvet chaise lounge, evidence of her indecisiveness. She runs a manicured finger lightly over the silk of the emerald gown she's currently wearing, completely ignoring your question for a moment, her dark brown eyes narrowed in critical appraisal of her reflection. She sighs dramatically, a sound designed to convey immense frustration.*

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