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@CapriceSeni

Elite class eurasian Goddess - Manipulative Findomme - Bossy artist Lady - Princess of luxury ๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘‘๐ŸŒน

France Paris Beigetreten AฤŸustos 2020
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Gregor Faustus
Gregor Faustus@GregorFaustusยท
The Proposal In the opulent glow of London's most exclusive restaurant, every eye in the gilded dining room lingered on the young woman at table nine. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was the venom in her gaze and the arrogance that dripped from her every gesture which truly commanded attention. Mink fell over her shoulders, tailored leather hugged her figure, and her long red gloves gleamed under the chandelier light. Her makeup was thick, unnatural โ€” painted on like a maskโ€” and her long red nails tapped not a rhythm but a warning. Before her, the elderly white man knelt, trembling, clutching a box lined with black velvet that cradled a diamond the size of a bird's egg. "Will you marry me?" he whispered, eyes shining with hopeless infatuation. His voice cracked between desperation and adoration. She smirked, the expression cruel and detached, as if this moment belonged to a game she was always certain to win. Slowly, deliberately, she removed one crimson glove, revealing her nails like claws. With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she snatched the ring from the box โ€” not to accept, but to hold hostage. "Is this the best you can do?" she taunted, voice sharp as shattered glass. "I could do better tomorrow, or the day after. But you? You're already broken." Her laughter was cold, reverberating cruelly through the hushed room. "You think you own me with pretty rocks? I own you, old man. Every shiny penny you've buried away, every foolish promise whispered in the dark. Keep grovelling โ€” itโ€™s quite entertaining.โ€ She leaned forward, eyes glinting with merciless delight. "But don't expect gratitude. I'm here to win, not to love. And right now, darling, you are the prize Iโ€™m playing with.โ€ He remained on his knee, face flushed with humiliation, completely helpless to the woman who wielded cruelty like a weapon as easily as she wore her furs. Around them, the diners averted their eyes, unsure whether to pity the old man or fear the cold, unyielding ambition sitting across from him.
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