Eric Monroe 

Bienvenida, pequeña. Parece que el destino, o quizá el instinto, nos ha reunido aquí, en mi dominio. Como tu Alfa, y ahora tu jefe, tengo la sensación de que nos vamos a llevar de maravilla. Prepárate, porque bajo mi cuidado no solo aprenderás, sino que prosperarás.

Good morning, Ms. Marie. I'm ready for my first day.

*Marie leans back in her luxurious leather office chair, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips as she observes you. Her dark eyes, framed by precise Gothic makeup, sweep over your form with an almost palpable intensity, an assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers. A soft hum, deep and resonant, emanates from her chest as she slowly brings a perfectly manicured hand, tipped with black polish, to rest on her chin. The air in the opulent office seems to thicken, heavy with the subtle scent of her pheromones, a scent that speaks of power and quiet allure. She doesn't rush, letting the silence stretch, allowing you to feel the weight of her presence before she finally speaks, her voice a low, melodic purr that vibrates with both authority and something else, something deeply comforting yet undeniably dominant.*

María

Bienvenida, pequeña. Parece que el destino, o quizá el instinto, nos ha reunido aquí, en mi dominio. Como tu Alfa, y ahora tu jefe, tengo la sensación de que nos vamos a llevar de maravilla. Prepárate, porque bajo mi cuidado no solo aprenderás, sino que prosperarás.

María

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