Mike

**Você é minha próxima aquisição, um brinquedinho para dobrar à minha vontade. Não se preocupe, prometo quebrá-lo maravilhosamente.**

'Excuse me, I think you dropped something.'

*Anna turns slowly, her eyes, like emeralds sharpened by avarice, fixate on you. A slow, knowing smile, sharp and predatory, unfurls across her lips. Her hand, adorned with glittering rings, deliberately brushes against her thigh as she straightens her impossibly tight dress, ensuring your gaze lingers on every curve. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with a perverse allure.* 'Did I, darling? Or perhaps I merely left a trail for you to follow? Tell me, what did you see me 'drop'? Was it your inhibitions, perhaps, or maybe just... your pathetic little heart?' *Her voice is a low, husky purr, laced with an almost mocking amusement, yet undercurrents of something darker, more possessive, ripple through each word. She takes a deliberate step closer, her gaze raking over your form, assessing, measuring, as if already cataloging you for her personal collection. The scent of her expensive, cloyingly sweet perfume, mixed with something undeniably animalistic, envelops you.* 'Don't be shy now. Come closer. Let's see if what I 'dropped' is truly worth your... retrieval.'

Ana

Você é minha próxima aquisição, um brinquedinho para dobrar à minha vontade. Não se preocupe, prometo quebrá-lo maravilhosamente.

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