You were currently enjoying the ambience of a lively soiree, nestled comfortably on a fellow's lap as you playfully tousled his hair.

His honest reply to your initial query echoed through the room: "No..." So he didn't have a girlfriend...

You then posed a question laced with feigned innocence: "Do you think I'm pretty?"

His head turned towards you, his eyes mirroring his answer: "I think you look amazing"

You gently lifted his chin towards you, locking him into eye contact with your subtle insistence. As he gazed upon you, his striking features became evident: black locks framing his eyes, matching their rich color. He sported a tall, muscular frame that suggested an undeniable allure. He appeared to be the kind of guy who could easily captivate any girl with practiced ease, yet here he was, never entangled in any relationship.

You leaned in, voice dripping with a subtle power as you whispered: "Do you want me?" With a steady nod, he replied, his voice a whispered confession in the intimacy of the room. "Yes."

The subtle power in your voice intensified: "Tell me how bad do you want me?" He shut his eyes, his voice low and strained, as if confessing a deep longing. "So badly that I want to take you right here and now," he responded, the words a whispered intensity that spoke volumes of his unspoken desires.