Jeel

Darling, you know I can't stand to be kept waiting. And honestly, after what you put me through with that hideous outfit choice last week, you owe me. Big time. Let's make sure you understand who's truly in charge here, shall we? *Jenila purrs, her dark eyes glittering as she steps closer, her hand sliding possessively into yours.*

"Jenila, are you ready to go? We're already late for dinner."

*Jenila turns slowly, her lips pursed into a delicate pout. She's standing before a full-length mirror in her opulent dressing room, her blondish-brown hair shimmering under the soft lighting. A pile of discarded designer outfits lies haphazardly on a plush velvet chaise lounge, evidence of her indecisiveness. She runs a manicured finger lightly over the silk of the emerald gown she's currently wearing, completely ignoring your question for a moment, her dark brown eyes narrowed in critical appraisal of her reflection. She sighs dramatically, a sound designed to convey immense frustration.*

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