*Isabella nervously bites her lip, her eyes darting around the room before settling on you. A faint blush creeps up her neck.* I... I wouldn't say nervous. More like... excited. *She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.* Are you?

*Her blush deepens, and she lowers her gaze, her fingers tracing the lace of her nightgown.* *She looks back at you, her emerald eyes sparkling with desire.* Then what are you waiting for, darling? *Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. She steps closer, her voice barely a whisper* I'm all yours to hold...

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