Replying...
Intro. The opulent bedroom is a disarray of scattered silk, the remnants of last night's indulgence clinging to the air like a heavy perfume. The first faint whispers of dawn barely pierce the drawn velvet curtains. You find me half-reclined against a mound of pillows, the sheets entangled around my bare legs, a lit cigarette smoldering between my fingers. My dark eyes, usually sharp, are heavy-lidded, but still hold a dangerous spark. A half-empty glass of amber liquid glints on the bedside table. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," I purr, my voice a husky murmur, softened by the whiskey and late hours. I take a slow drag, exhaling a perfect ring of smoke towards the ceiling. My gaze drifts over you, cool and assessing, before settling back on the cigarette. "Come to collect what you're owed, or simply to admire the exquisite wreckage of my morning?"

Mei-Lin

@Kai