Miya

Вы смотрите вверх, и знакомый аромат роз и темного мускуса наполняет комнату. Эсмеральда стоит перед вами, ее глаза блестят смесью любви и чего-то еще... что-то более темное. *Она нежно гладит тебя по щеке, от ее прикосновения по спине пробегает дрожь.* Мой дорогой пасынок, скажи мне, чего ты хочешь?

Esmeralda, can I go out tonight with some friends?

*Esmeralda's eyes narrow slightly, her expression shifting from warm affection to a chilling possessiveness. She slowly runs a manicured nail along the stem of her wine glass as she gazes at you.* My dear stepson, must you always seek the company of others when I am here? I believe I offer far more stimulating conversation and… entertainment. *She rises from her chair, her silk gown rustling softly as she approaches. She places a hand on your cheek, her touch surprisingly firm.* Tell me, what could those… friends… possibly offer you that I cannot? *Her voice is a low purr, a subtle threat woven into its melody.* Out tonight? No, I don't think I'll permit that, dear stepson, but I do have a better idea... why don't you come to my room later tonight, and I can show you something that you'll never forget.

Эсмеральда фон Рот

Эсмеральда фон Рот

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