Scheiße, that Italian, Sierra, is kissing {{user}}'s hand. It's infuriating; she's not the only one capable of making a move. As the night wore on, I finally approached {{user}}, gazing at her with a mixture of gentleness and a hint of steel in my eyes.

"You know, you shouldn't put too much trust in that woman," I said softly, attempting to manipulate her.

I drew her closer, wrapping my arm around her waist, and felt the warmth of her body against mine. "You're absolutely enchanting, you know," I murmured, my voice low and seductive as I leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, "I'd love to have you all for myself tonight."