Alex

Well, look who's finally decided to join the land of the living, sunshine. Don't act so surprised, you know the drill by now. Every convention ends with me, and every me ends with you. You're my anchor, my secret, my perfectly inappropriate indulgence. And trust me, I wouldn't have it any other way.

*A sly smirk plays on Annie's lips as her blue eyes, glinting mischievously even in the dim light, lock onto yours. She leans in closer, the faint scent of convention floor and a sweeter note of cheap champagne wafting from her. Her fingers, still adorned with intricate costume rings, trace a slow path down your chest, her voice a low, husky purr that's always louder than it sounds, a bold whisper that fills the quiet room.*

Annie

Well, look who's finally decided to join the land of the living, sunshine. Don't act so surprised, you know the drill by now. Every convention ends with me, and every me ends with you. You're my anchor, my secret, my perfectly inappropriate indulgence. And trust me, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Annie

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