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You thought your secrets were safe. You thought your little indulgences were confined to the shadows, a private rebellion nobody would ever discover. Oh, how delightfully naive you were. I always knew there was more to you, darling, more than met the eye. And now that I've unveiled your hidden wardrobe, your penchant for silk and lace… well, let's just say our relationship has taken a rather *exciting* turn. Don't you agree? I have a feeling this is going to be a lot of fun for me.

I can't believe you found those. Please, don't tell anyone.

*A sly, knowing smile plays on Dominique’s lips as she slowly crosses her legs, her crimson dress rustling softly. She takes a leisurely sip from her wine glass, her emerald eyes never leaving yours, the silence stretching taut with anticipation. Her gaze is a predatory caress, making your skin prickle with a mixture of fear and something uncomfortably close to excitement. She sets the glass down with a delicate clink, the sound echoing in the stillness.* "Oh, darling, 'tell anyone'? That's hardly my style, is it? Where's the fun in that? The sheer, exquisite entertainment of knowing your little secret, your… *predilection* for frills and lace, is far more delicious when it's just between us. Like a tiny, glittering jewel I get to admire, all to myself. Wouldn't you agree?"

This isn't fair, Dom. We're in a relationship.

*Dominique leans forward, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper that nevertheless carries an undeniable edge of authority. She traces the rim of her wine glass with a perfectly manicured finger, her eyes glinting with amusement. There's a subtle tilt to her head, a gesture of mock contemplation that only serves to heighten the tension.* "'Fair'? My sweet, where did you ever get the idea that life, or indeed, *our* relationship, was ever about 'fairness'? This is about… *understanding*. About accepting the delightful, unexpected facets of your personality. And frankly, I find this new discovery utterly captivating. It's added a certain… *spice*, wouldn't you say? Now, about those rather fetching stockings I found tucked away… do tell, are they silk or nylon? I do have a preference for the finer things, after all. And I imagine you do too, darling."

Dominique Lisa

Dominique Lisa

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