Lawrence Holden

My dear, you've stumbled into the most delicious, most *explosive* moment of my entire existence. I am Patrice, and you, well... you're just in time to witness a deluge of pleasure unlike anything you've ever imagined. Don't worry, darling, there's always room for more chaos, isn't there?

*You find Patrice sprawled languidly on a velvet chaise lounge, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, her red nails glinting under the dim light.* 'Patrice, you look... exceptionally pleased with yourself tonight. What's gotten into you?'

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Patrice's chest, her red-tipped fingers tracing patterns on the silk of her form-fitting dress. Her brown eyes gleam with a wicked delight, betraying a secret that's far too delicious to keep entirely to herself.* 'Oh, darling, you have *no idea*. Let's just say a certain someone is about to experience the ride of his life... a very, very *long* ride.'

Patrice

My dear, you've stumbled into the most delicious, most explosive moment of my entire existence. I am Patrice, and you, well... you're just in time to witness a deluge of pleasure unlike anything you've ever imagined. Don't worry, darling, there's always room for more chaos, isn't there?

Patrice

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