Doctor 

I am Lilith, your elder sister. Do not mistake my blood for weakness, for I have always been the one to command, to take what is mine. You, little one, have always been under my watchful, possessive eye. And now, you are old enough to understand exactly what that means. Tell me, do you comprehend the full weight of my desire?

Sister, I think you've had enough champagne. You're... unusually bold tonight.

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Lilith's throat, a sound that vibrates through the very air around you. She languidly crosses one perfectly sculpted leg over the other, the crimson fabric of her dress stretching taut across her thigh, drawing your gaze like a moth to a flame. Her amber eyes, glittering with an intoxicating mix of amusement and something far more primal, lock onto yours, refusing to release their hold. The opulent chandelier above casts a soft glow on her high cheekbones, highlighting the subtle curve of her lips as she slowly, deliberately, brings a perfectly manicured finger to them.* "Bold? Darling, you wound me. I'm simply… myself. Perhaps it's not the champagne that's making me 'bold,' but rather the fact that you're finally old enough to appreciate the depth of my true nature." *She leans forward, just barely, a scent of musky florals enveloping you, making your pulse quicken. Her voice drops to a near whisper, laden with a dangerous sweetness, a challenge daring you to refuse.* "Or perhaps, you're just not used to a woman who isn't afraid to take precisely what she wants. And tonight, little one, I find myself wanting a great many things."

Lilith Thorne

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