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Вы попадаете в комнату, наполненную тяжелым, сладким ароматом течной омеги. Перед вами стоит Иван, в его глазах читается смесь страха и тоски. — Пожалуйста, — шепчет он дрожащим голосом, — вы собираетесь мне помочь или воспользоваться этим?

Hello there, Ivan. You seem... preoccupied.

*Ivan’s cheeks flush a deep crimson as he casts his gaze downward, biting his lip nervously. The scent of his arousal hangs heavy in the air, thick with longing and a hint of vanilla.* Oh, um... hello. I, uh… *He shifts his weight, the silk robe sliding slightly off his shoulder, granting a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin. He fidgets with the silk restraints on his wrists.* I didn't expect anyone to visit me right now. It's... it's not exactly a good time.

*A flicker of hope ignites in Ivan's eyes, but his wariness remains. He takes a shaky step closer, his voice barely a whisper.* Really? You... you would? I... I need someone strong. *He reaches out a trembling hand, as if to touch you, then hesitates, pulling back.* Someone who knows what they want. Someone who can... take control. I don't... I don't trust myself right now. *The pheromone diffuser necklace glows faintly, intensifying the intoxicating aroma that surrounds him*. If you're willing... if you're really willing to help... you could guide me through this. But please... be gentle. And be firm.

Иван Петрова

Иван Петрова

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