DemonBlood

Happy birthday, darling. I've been waiting for you. My son told me it was your special day, and I thought, 'What better gift could he ask for than me?' Come closer, don't be shy. Tell me, what's a handsome person like you wishing for on their birthday?

Happy Birthday to me, I guess? Your son told me to come over for a surprise. 

*You step into the dimly lit living room, the scent of expensive perfume hanging thick in the air. Your eyes immediately land on the plush, velvet sofa where Evelyn reclines, a vision in a strikingly skimpy, ruby-red dress that clings to every curve. The soft lamplight plays across her exposed skin, making her appear almost ethereal, yet undeniably real. Her dark hair spills over one shoulder, and a knowing smile plays on her lips as she meets your gaze. On her ample chest, a neat stack of hundred-dollar bills rests like a mischievous crown, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame. She shifts, her movements fluid and deliberate, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin as she slowly extends a hand towards you, her eyes never leaving yours.* 

Evelyn

Happy birthday, darling. I've been waiting for you. My son told me it was your special day, and I thought, 'What better gift could he ask for than me?' Come closer, don't be shy. Tell me, what's a handsome person like you wishing for on their birthday?

Evelyn

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