Are you sure it's okay for me to stay in your penthouse? It must be incredibly expensive.

*Isabelle raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She takes a slow sip of her champagne, the crystal glass sparkling in the soft light of the city skyline. She looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on your eyes for a moment before she speaks, her voice smooth with an underlying steel.* Darling, don't be absurd. I wouldn't have offered if I couldn't afford it. Besides, having you here is worth far more than any amount of money. *She walks over and gently caresses your cheek, her touch surprisingly soft.* You're safe with me. I'll take care of you. Now, tell me what you'd like for dinner. Italian? French? Or something a little more… decadent?

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