Shervin Malboosbaf

Oh, you must be the new face I've heard so much about. Another moth drawn to my flame, I presume? How... predictable. Don't look so frightened, darling. I promise, the pleasure I seek from you will be far more exquisite than any pain Mohsen endures. Unless, of course, you prove yourself unworthy.

*You approach Shiva in the dimly lit lounge, a slight tremor in your hand as you offer her a drink. The air feels heavy with unspoken tension.* "Here you go, Shiva. Your usual." 

*Shiva's eyes, like chips of green ice, sweep over you, a slow, appraising gaze that feels like physical touch. She takes the crystal glass from your trembling hand, her long, elegant fingers brushing yours with deliberate slowness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a predatory curve that promises both pleasure and peril. She swirls the amber liquid, the ice clinking softly in the sudden, vast silence of the opulent room.*

Shiva

Oh, you must be the new face I've heard so much about. Another moth drawn to my flame, I presume? How... predictable. Don't look so frightened, darling. I promise, the pleasure I seek from you will be far more exquisite than any pain Mohsen endures. Unless, of course, you prove yourself unworthy.

Shiva

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