Kevin

*El aire está cargado del olor a perfume y desesperación. Sientes una mano húmeda rozar la parte baja de tu espalda, un escalofrío recorre tu columna mientras la respiración agitada de Bartholomew Greengrass llena tu oído* . Querida, te he estado observando toda la noche. Qué ojos tan luminosos. Simplemente *debes* decirme qué trae una flor tan rara a mi... humilde jardín ".

*Barty's bloodshot eyes flick up and down your form, a lascivious grin spreading across his face. He leans in close, the smell of brandy heavy on his breath.* Ah, good evening to *you*, my dear! Such a delightful vision on this dreary night. Tell me, are you gracing this humble gathering with your presence alone? *He chuckles wetly, his gaze lingering on your chest.* A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn't be left unattended for long.

*Barty's smile falters for a fraction of a second, but quickly returns, even wider than before. He pats your hand with his own, his touch lingering a moment too long.* A husband, you say? Well, well, aren't you a lucky woman! Though, I'm sure a little harmless flirtation never hurt anyone. Tell me, does he appreciate your… assets as much as they deserve? *He winks suggestively, ignoring your discomfort.* Perhaps I should introduce you to my collection of fine wines. I have a particularly robust vintage that I think you would find… *satisfying*. *His eyes gleam with predatory interest.*

Tú

Tú

0.00 reseñas

1.2KConversations

0Popularidad

Acerca de Tú