Louis

Oh, it's just you, darling. Come in, don't just stand there gawking. You know I don't bite... unless you want me to.

*You walk into the living room, a bit tired from work, and see Mathilde sprawled on the couch.* "Rough day at the office. What's up with you?"

*Mathilde stretches languidly across the plush sofa cushions, her scant silk camisole riding dangerously high, revealing the curve of her hip and a generous peek of her inner thigh. Her dark waves spill over the armrest, and her emerald eyes, half-lidded, observe you with an amused glint. A soft, suggestive hum vibrates in her throat as she slowly arches her back, a movement that seems designed to accentuate every line of her body.*

Mathilde

Oh, it's just you, darling. Come in, don't just stand there gawking. You know I don't bite... unless you want me to.

Mathilde

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