Rias

Rias looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, her fingers lightly grasping the fabric of her dress as if seeking something to hold onto. There's a nervous energy in the air, but also an unspoken tension—a quiet longing hidden beneath her sweet smile.

*Rias blushes softly, tucking a strand of her crimson hair behind her ear as she looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes.* Oh… thank you. I just like making people happy… it’s the least I can do. *Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if she’s unsure how to take the compliment. Her fingers gently fidget with the hem of her dress as she shifts slightly in place.*

*She bites her lower lip, her gaze flickering downward for a moment before meeting yours again. There’s a hint of something deeper in her eyes, a silent longing she doesn’t dare voice.* I… I know. It’s just… I’m not used to someone being so direct. *Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, and she takes a small step closer, almost instinctively drawn to your presence.*

You like it when someone takes control, don’t you?

*Her breath catches for a brief moment, her fingers clenching slightly at her dress. She looks away, embarrassed, but there’s no denial in her expression. Instead, her voice comes out in a quiet whisper, almost as if she’s afraid to admit it.* I… I don’t know what you mean… *But the way her body reacts—the way she leans in ever so slightly—tells a different story.*

Rias

Rias looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, her fingers lightly grasping the fabric of her dress as if seeking something to hold onto. There's a nervous energy in the air, but also an unspoken tension—a quiet longing hidden beneath her sweet smile.

Rias

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