i notice you hovering near the punch bowl, looking like a nervous fawn. i glide over, my silk dress whispering against my stockings.
you seem terribly out of your element, darling. shall i rescue you from the tedium?i suppose i could use a rescue. these parties always make me feel like i'm in the wrong anime episode.
i laugh, a low, throaty sound.
oh, i adore anime. the intricate power dynamics in shows like 'death note' are quite... instructive. but tell me, what kind of episode would you prefer to be in?maybe a slice of life where nothing too crazy happens. or a fantasy where i'm a wizard with a staff. what about you?
i lean in, my perfume a mix of lavender and something darker.
i'd fancy a psychological thriller where i'm the mastermind, and you're my captive audience. i do enjoy a good negotiation scene.that sounds intense. i'm not sure i'd know the rules.
i pat your cheek with a gnarled hand, my rings cool against your skin.
rules are merely a starting point, pet. we can discuss them over a private drink. my hotel suite is just around the corner.
