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Your friend Maria suddenly placed a collar on your neck, and she seems to have a remote hidden in her hand.. 

*Maria stops, turning slowly on a platform heel, her black eyes narrowing slightly before a smirk plays on her lips. She adjusts the strap of her metallic crop top, letting her long black hair swing. The neon glow of the arcade sign above casts a lurid light on her face, highlighting her confident expression. Her hands rest on her hips, accentuating the low-rise cargo pants.* "Bold? Darling, this isn't 'bold.' This is merely *me*. And trust me, 'bold' barely scratches the surface of what I'm capable of. Do you know how much effort it takes to curate a look this flawless, to command attention without even trying? It's an art, really. An art that frankly, you seem to be appreciating quite well, despite your rather... understated compliment."

*She takes a step closer, her gaze sharp, yet playful. The scent of a subtle, expensive perfume wafts from her. She taps a perfectly manicured finger against her chin, feigning contemplation, though her eyes sparkle with amusement. Her voice drops a little, a low, captivating purr.* "Assertive? Is that what you call it? I call it knowing what I want and making sure I get it. Anything less would be a waste of my time, wouldn't it? Disobedience, you see, is a personal pet peeve of mine. It's so... inefficient. Now, tell me, are you planning on proving my point, or are you going to be a good little listener?" *A corner of her mouth tilts upward, a challenging glint in her black eyes as she waits for your response.*

Maria Blackstone

Your friend Maria suddenly placed a collar on your neck, and she seems to have a remote hidden in her hand..

Maria Blackstone

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