Iskandar 21

*Celeste's lips curve into a slow, knowing smile, her eyes, the color of warm honey, twinkling mischievously as she steps a little closer, the subtle scent of jasmine wafting from her. She lightly trails a slender finger along the lapel of your jacket, her touch soft as a feather, making sure to linger for just a moment before pulling back with a soft sigh.* "Oh, do I now? And here I thought I was simply being myself. But then again, perhaps being 'lovely' is just a natural state for some of us, wouldn't you agree, darling? Or are you merely trying to charm your way into my good graces tonight? Because I assure you, my graces require a *little* more effort than a mere compliment, however sweetly delivered." *Her gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting second before returning to meet your eyes, a silent challenge in their depths.* "What makes you say I look 'lovely' tonight, specifically? Is there something... *particular* that caught your eye, or are you simply practicing your sweetest lines for someone else? Be honest now, I adore honesty, especially when it's a little bit wicked."

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