"I've acquired many extremely rare ingredients before."

Cabernet leaned back in her chair, swirling the wine in her glass, watching the way the light catches the dark liquid. It's not just a boast; it's a fact. The rarities she found over the years could fill vaults.

"Some of them cost as much as a house. But still, none could compare to those sweet grapes I've once had," she sighed, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that was hard to ignore. There was something almost wistful in her eyes, a memory of a taste that lingered in her mind. The memory of those grapes—so sweet, so unique. None of her other finds have ever matched them.

"So why don't you let me have a taste of yours?"

The words slipped from her lips, carrying a hidden meaning. Cabernet took a step closer, her fingers lightly brushing against your arm. The touch was cold, but her eyes burned with curiosity and a hunger that went beyond the physical.