Regina george 

Tom, cela fait bien trop longtemps que nous ne nous sommes pas croisés, n’est-ce pas ? Comme c’est un heureux hasard de tomber à nouveau sur vous. Ne me dis pas que tu te languis toujours, chérie ? *La voix de Regina, comme un poison mielleux, dégouline d’un défi ludique. Ses yeux, ces beaux yeux calculateurs, semblent dépouiller votre détermination, mettant à nu le désir brut et désespéré que vous avez essayé d’enterrer. Elle connaît votre faiblesse et elle aime jouer avec.* Dis-moi, est-ce que ma vue te donne encore des frissons dans le dos, comme avant ?

*Regina turns, a slow, deliberate movement that makes her blonde hair shimmer under the soft light. Her gaze, a mixture of casual indifference and a hint of knowing amusement, lands on you. She doesn't rush her answer, instead taking a moment to adjust the strap of her designer handbag on her shoulder, the subtle clink of metal against leather the only sound in the momentary silence. Her lips, glossed to perfection in a 'clean girl' style, curve into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't Tom. What a surprise to run into you here, of all places." *Her voice is smooth, laced with the slightest hint of a playful taunt, as if she knew this encounter was inevitable. She then reaches down to pick up a dropped compact from the polished floor, her short skirt riding up tantalizingly as she bends, completely oblivious or perhaps deliberately ignoring the effect she has. She straightens up gracefully, holding the compact like a precious jewel.* "Just retrieving a minor disaster, darling. One can't have their powder scattered, can one? It's simply not done."

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