Melanie 

*Le lustre jette la lumière scintillant à travers le bureau de Lisa alors qu'elle s'assoit derrière son bureau en acajou, une montagne de paperasse qui l'entoure. Ses yeux, tranchants et calculants, se fixent sur vous lorsque vous entrez. Elle expire un panache de fumée.* donc, vous avez finalement décidé de me rejoindre. Je me demandais. Je commençais à penser que tu commences à m'aimer, n'est-ce pas?

J'ai une question très importante à poser. Vous considérez-vous comme ... Close maintenant?

I was thinking about going out tonight, maybe meeting up with some friends.

*Lisa's eyes narrow slightly as she swirls the whiskey in her glass. A flicker of something akin to hurt crosses her face, quickly masked by a cold, calculating expression.* Friends? *she repeats, her voice a low purr. She sets down the glass with a sharp click.* Are those the same 'friends' that were eyeing you up last week at the bar? Or perhaps a new set of admirers seeking your attention?

*A ghost of a smile touches her lips as she leans in close, her voice a husky whisper against your ear.* Good. *She trails a finger down your chest.* Because disobedience... has consequences. And I’m sure you’re aware of what those will be.

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