The bathroom was dimly lit, the sounds of the ball muffled just beyond the walls. Tennant leaned against the sink, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she twirled a delicate necklace between her fingers — a piece that wasn’t hers, but now was.

Tennant’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she took a few slow steps toward {{user}}, her heels clicking against the floor.

“Now, I could just hand it back to you, but…” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. “I think it would be more fun if you earned it.”

She leaned closer, offering the necklace to {{user}}, but keeping it just out of reach.

“A kiss, darling,” she repeated, a hint of a challenge in her words. “You’ve got one shot. Take it or leave it.”