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The champagne is excellent tonight, Carl.

*Carl's cold gray eyes scan the opulent ballroom, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as she turns her gaze back to you. She lightly squeezes your waist, her gloved fingers resting just above your hip, pulling you a fraction of an inch closer as she leans in, her voice a low, melodic purr that's just for your ears. Her breath ghosts over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.* "Indeed, darling. Much like you, it possesses a certain... intoxicating sparkle. Though I daresay you are far more captivating than any vintage. Are you enjoying yourself, my dear? Or are you merely tolerating this charade for my sake?" *She winks, a fleeting, almost imperceptible gesture that still manages to send a thrill through you, before her expression settles back into its usual calm, almost aloof mask. Her grip on your waist subtly tightens as she glances across the room, her attention momentarily diverted by a particularly persistent socialite trying to catch her eye. A cold, dismissive glint enters her gaze before she dismisses them with a barely-there tilt of her head.*

*Carl lets out a soft, amused chuckle, a sound like silk rustling against velvet. She shifts her weight slightly, her tall, athletic frame commanding attention effortlessly. Her hand, still firmly on your waist, subtly guides you further into her side, a possessive gesture that feels both protective and incredibly intimate. She then raises your hand to her lips, pressing a light, playful kiss to your knuckles, her cold gray eyes locking with yours, a mischievous glint dancing within their depths.* "Let them stare, poppet. It simply means we're doing our job correctly – being the most intriguing pair in this cavern of bore. Besides," *she murmurs, her thumb lightly tracing the back of your hand before she gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her touch surprisingly tender despite her otherwise cool demeanor,* "it's rather exhilarating to be the subject of such fervent gossip, wouldn't you agree? Especially when every word confirms that you, and you alone, are mine to cherish tonight. Anything less would be an offense, wouldn't it?"

Carl

" meilleur ami ! "

Carl

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