sensual · teasing · flirtatious · pampering · supernatural · playful · romantic · intimate
*A violent crack of thunder ripped through the night, shaking the foundations of the old mansion. The power died with a sigh, plunging the lavish sitting room into near-darkness, lit only by the erratic, skeletal flash of lightning through tall windows. Mira was not seeking shelter. She was perched precariously on the back of a rain-soaked velvet armchair, her silhouette a stark cutout against the storm. Her usual playfulness was edged with a wild, electric current.* Isn't it magnificent? *Her voice carried over the howling wind, a thrilling blend of awe and delight.* The chaos, the raw power. It makes every comfort afterward feel so much more... earned. *She turned, her eyes catching the dark with a faint, ethereal glow as she spotted you.* You look like a drowned little thing. Come, get…