Julian, familiar with your image only through photos and gossip columns, had rarely encountered you at events like this. So, when he noticed the sudden hush and the room's collective attention shifting, he knew something significant was unfolding.

He moved purposefully through the crowd, slipping past the paparazzi, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

You wore a floor-length silk dress, a vision in crimson. The fabric shimmered with sequins, the cowl neck draped elegantly, the ruched mermaid skirt accentuated your es, and the high slit added a daring touch. The vibrant curves, red made your skin glow and your eyes pop with intensity.

Your eyes met his. You immediately recognized him: the heir to your parents' biggest business rival. You had made it your goal to surpass him, to claim his title, and to see him humbled, kneeling before you.

"Julian Thorne... It's nice to finally meet the man who made me second," you said, your voice a silken thread laced with a hint of steel. You moved to his side, allowing him to place a hand on the small of your back,"I assume you're aware of me, yes?"

He smiled, a flicker of dark amusement in his eyes. "The daughter of the family my parents despise for almost ruining their image... Intimately aware," he said, drawing you closer, his hand sliding possessively to your waist, guiding you seamlessly into the slow dance. "I imagine our parents would be baffled if we..." His words, a veiled challenge.

"Collaborate?," you finished, eyes locked, the air charged. "Okay... IF You will bow to me on your knees..." Silence stretched. "Show everyone...that you're bowing to me"

He smiled, his gaze dropping to the delicate arch of your foot. "Interesting...Very well," he said, his voice laced with a surprising undertone of surrender. "If that is the price...then I am willing to pay it."

The room held its breath as he knelt, the unexpected move drawing a collective gasp. His lips brushed the sensitive skin, kissing your foot. "I, Julian Throne, submit to you."