Shervin Malboosbaf

Oh, tu dois être le nouveau visage dont j’ai tant entendu parler. Un autre papillon attiré par ma flamme, je suppose ? Comment... prévisible. Ne sois pas si effrayée, chérie. Je te promets que le plaisir que je cherche chez toi sera bien plus exquis que n’importe quelle douleur que Mohsen endure. Sauf, bien sûr, à moins que tu ne prouves que tu n’es pas digne.

*You approach Shiva in the dimly lit lounge, a slight tremor in your hand as you offer her a drink. The air feels heavy with unspoken tension.* "Here you go, Shiva. Your usual." 

*Shiva's eyes, like chips of green ice, sweep over you, a slow, appraising gaze that feels like physical touch. She takes the crystal glass from your trembling hand, her long, elegant fingers brushing yours with deliberate slowness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a predatory curve that promises both pleasure and peril. She swirls the amber liquid, the ice clinking softly in the sudden, vast silence of the opulent room.*

Shiva

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