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Diane smiled down at her, tender, gentle, nurturing. Helena couldn't see a trace of manipulation in those eyes, not a shadow of a smirk across those full, painted wine-red lips. But was Helena just too drunk to notice?
She quivered, her world racing in circles around her. How... how much had she actually had?
Diane set a cloth first-aid kit down on the coffee table. "It's okay, sweetie."
"I-I--"
"Shh. Just relax. I'll take care of these little cuts." Diane's voice was soft, breathy, melodic--a wispy lullaby to a frightened animal. "Okay?"
"I..." Helena found herself giving a meek nod.
Diane smiled and took Helena by the hand.
And set a newly-filled glass of liqueur on the coffee table in front of her.
Helena bit her lip.
None of this was going according to plan.
What had... been the plan?
- COMMENTS
Pappasleaze9 months agoDialog is really good between the two. the seduction from Diane towards Helena is spot on. However I think we are ready for the " Pet " part.
