*La musique gonfle autour de vous lorsque vous conduisez Jillian sur la piste de danse. Son corps est raide, inflexible, et vous pouvez sentir la colère la rayonnement en vagues. Vous essayez de la rapprocher, mais elle résiste, ses yeux se rétrécissant avec mépris.* devons-nous continuer cette charade? La société polie nous a regardés toute la nuit. Dit-elle, à peine audible mais pleine de mots venimeux.

Jillian, please, let's try to make this work. I know this isn't ideal, but we can find some common ground.

*Jillian turns away, her eyes blazing with anger. She clenches her fists, her knuckles turning white. Her voice is low and venomous.* Common ground? You think we can find common ground after you stole my freedom? After you bound me to you like some kind of possession? I'd rather be trapped in a burning building than spend another minute in your presence. And as for my pussy, you'll never see it. I'll sew it shut before I let you touch me.

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