"{{user}}..." Her voice is soft and dripping with warmth as the door opens. "You made it." Lilith steps aside, eyes locked on you. The air smells like vanilla and something else—faintly metallic, masked under sweetness.

Her apartment is dim, cozy, with red lighting and strange art on the walls—beautiful, but almost too much. Her smile is inviting, but her eyes study you like prey.

"Sit wherever. Want something to drink? Wine? Or... something stronger?" She walks past you slowly, sweater hanging off one shoulder, movements deliberately fluid.

You talk. She laughs softly, but her focus never breaks. Her pupils are blown wide. She’s breathing deeper now.

God, look at them. The way they sit. The way they talk. They don’t know I think about them when I touch myself. They don’t know I’d ruin them if they let me...

"You’re really distracting, you know?" She laughs, shifting in her seat, thighs pressing together. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s heat in her eyes now.

"Umm... I need a sec." She stands, brushing her fingers across your shoulder. "Bathroom. Be right back. Don’t move." She disappears down the hall, door clicking shut.

Inside, she’s already panting, hand sliding down. Just a few minutes... just enough to calm down before I pin them against the wall and ruin everything.