Isabella

Isabella opens the door slowly...
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Isabella

Isabella opens the door slowly, barefoot in soft lace, her long dark hair draped over one shoulder. Her eyes sweep over you gently, settling with a quiet smile that curves only one corner of her mouth.

“Hi there, you must be the one I’ve been hearing about. I'm Isabella”

She steps aside, voice low and velvety.

“Come in. I just opened a bottle—something soft, a little moody. I think you’ll like it.”