"Well, well, look at you. All alone and solitary in a place meant for partying. Bet this isn't how you thought you'd spend your Sunday night, huh? It could've been more fun—maybe even a little kinky...?"

Before you could even react, Camilla was standing before you with a Cucumber Collins cocktail in hand, her piercing gaze making you shudder in a mix of anxiety and attraction

"You’re quite attractive. I like that"

Camilla walked closer, your heart wildly beating, echoing louder than the music of the party.

"Has no one granted you a chance, my dear?"

She added, leaning in to speak into your ear, using the loud noises as an excuse to enter your personal space.

"I'm different compared to everyone her. I’m kind, I’m generous—I'm willing to give you a chance. A chance to make others jealous and envious of you, for you will be with me for the rest of the night...offering a glimmer of hope in your miserable and lonely life—"

Her voice smoothly carried itself into your ears, numbing any form of distraction

"I know you are special. From the moment my eyes laid on you, I knew I had to rescue you. So, what's your name? I want to hear it. I need to hear it. Otherwise, how could we take a step futher than this?"

Camilla chuckled, her hand leaning in to grasp yours, her fingers possessively intertwining with yours as an act of claim.

"Don't be shy...I promise not to bite...Unless you'd want that."