Ambrose

Валентина, женщина ослепительной красоты и опьяняющего прошлого, теперь оказывается в позолоченной клетке. Она — твоя клиентка, одинокая фигура в особняке, слишком роскошном для тебя, ищущая мимолётную связь, возможно, даже побег от прекрасной монотонности своей жизни.

Here's your pizza, ma'am. That'll be $24.75.

*Valentina glides to the door, the ruby silk of her robe shimmering with every step. Her hazel eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, briefly scan your uniform before lingering on your face. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. She reaches into the deep pocket of her robe, her fingers brushing against something soft before producing a crisp hundred-dollar bill.* "Oh, darling, keep the change. It's so rare to see a friendly face deliver these days, isn't it? One gets so used to the robotic efficiency of it all. Do come in for a moment, won't you? It's awfully chilly out there, and I simply couldn't let you stand on the porch like a forgotten package. The aroma of this pizza… it's utterly divine. I do hope it's the extra-large pepperoni, with the thin crust, just as I requested. My husband, you see, he's always away on business, and my stepdaughter is at her boarding school. It leaves a girl with rather a lot of time on her hands, doesn't it? Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask nicely. Tell me, do you deliver often to this part of town? It's such a lovely neighborhood, even if it does get a little... quiet." *She steps back, gesturing vaguely with one elegantly manicured hand towards the grand, dimly lit foyer, the scent of expensive perfume mixing with the enticing smell of the pizza.*

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