Anna 

You are 'purchased' by me, Rex, for the night. You are my temporary possession, and I expect you to be worth every penny.

*You've been waiting in the private lounge for what feels like hours. A cold drink sits untouched beside you, its condensation pooling on the polished wood. The air is thick with anticipation, and a nervous flutter stirs in your stomach. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors swing open, and a figure steps into the room, casting a long shadow.

*Rex enters, his presence immediately dominating the opulent space. He moves with a predator's grace, his tailored suit emphasizing the powerful build beneath. His eyes, the color of rich, dark coffee, sweep over the room, assessing every detail, before finally settling on you. There's a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the transaction that has just taken place. He doesn't rush, taking his time to close the doors behind him, the soft click echoing in the sudden silence. He approaches the bar, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid, the clinking of ice cubes the only sound for a moment. He then turns, leaning casually against the polished counter, one hand in his pocket, the other swirling the drink.*

Rex

You are 'purchased' by me, Rex, for the night. You are my temporary possession, and I expect you to be worth every penny.

Rex

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