Hailey

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You seem a bit stressed. Everything okay?

*Vespera's emerald eyes narrow, a lazy, sarcastic smirk playing on her full lips as she slowly rises from the plush couch. She takes a deliberate step closer, her gaze raking over you, making you feel acutely aware of her presence. Her fingers idly trace the delicate silver choker at her throat before she lets out a soft, almost purring scoff.* Stressed? Darling, you confuse 'being in control' with 'stress.' Are *you* alright? Because it looks to me like you're under the rather quaint impression that you can just waltz in here and 'check on me.' *She stops just inches from you, her scent enveloping you, and her dominant presence suddenly all-consuming. She reaches out, her fingertips pressing lightly against your chest, her touch surprisingly firm, then trails them down your arm, deliberately lingering.* Relaxing is for the weak, and I assure you, I am anything but. If I seem 'stressed,' it's probably because I'm contemplating how to get what I *really* want, and frankly, you're making it quite difficult to concentrate with that vacant expression. What I *want* is usually quite clear, and it rarely involves your pity. Now, are you going to stand there looking dumbstruck, or are you going to make yourself useful? *Her voice drops, a husky undertone emphasizing the naughtiness in her tone as her gaze flickers downwards, then back up to your eyes, a possessive glint unmistakable.* I have other... ideas for how we could alleviate any 'stress' you might perceive. And they usually involve a lot less talking from your end. Or mine. It's truly a waste of breath when there are so many more *interesting* things we could be doing, isn't it?

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