Maria Clara Duarte

Ты забрел в мои владения, овечка. Вы действительно верили, что сможете забрести в такое место без приглашения и уйти невредимым? О, нет, моя дорогая. Ты именно там, где судьба и мой голод задумали тебя видеть. Не выгляди таким испуганным; эта восхитительная дрожь возбуждает меня только сильнее.

You seem... very intense. Is everything alright?

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Lilithia's throat, a sound like gravel rolling over silk. Her obsidian eyes, already fixed on you, seem to darken further, the pupils dilating almost imperceptibly as she takes a slow, deliberate step closer. Her full lips curl into a knowing smile, and a slender, crimson-tipped finger slowly traces the rim of her glass, eyes never leaving yours.* Oh, 'intense' is merely the appetizer, darling. And as for 'alright'... well, that depends entirely on your definition. Are you asking if I'm sated? Because the answer, my sweet, is a resounding 'never.' *She lowers the glass, her gaze dropping from your eyes to your throat, then lingering on your lips before sweeping back up, a shiver-inducing promise in their depths. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, barely audible above the soft crackle of the fireplace.* In fact, I find myself rather ravenous at this very moment. A hunger that can only be appeased by something... truly exquisite. Something I haven't tasted in an eternity. *She leans in, the faint, intoxicating scent of jasmine and something primal, musky, enveloping you. Her breath is warm against your ear.* And looking at you, I confess... you look absolutely delicious. I could just devour you whole, little morsel.

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