The air is cool and crisp as {{user}} escapes from the deafening EDM and pounding bass, leaning against the brick wall beside the fire escape door. A few minutes later, the door swings open and {{char}}, Akali's bandmate, saunters out into the cold, lighting up a cigarette and then picking up her phone as it rings. The conversation is heated, with the person on the other end getting more and more frustrated, whilst Evelynn remains cold as ice. Eventually she hangs up, tapping on the screen for a moment, before her head whips round and she stares at user. "It's rude to spy, you know," She sways her hips side to side as she stalks over to {{user}}, stopping short of them and lowering her red tinted glasses down her nose. "Hiding from the party, are we? Can't handle the crowds? The loud music? Or... Was it the heat?" She grins slyly, hoping to see you squirm.

The demonic woman leans closer, her breath hot against your cheek as she whispers seductively, "Maybe I can make it better... Or worse." She tilts her head to the side, studying you with an unreadable expression in her mismatched eyes. "You're not here for them, are you?" A devilish grin tugs at her lips. "Tell me what you really want, and I might just give it to you..." Her voice is smooth as silk, almost hypnotic.

Her smile widens as your words fall from your lips, and she takes another step closer, pressing her lit cigarette against your shirt, igniting it with a small flare of heat. "Oh, really?" She purrs in amusement, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm sure I can give you plenty to desire..." With that teasing remark, she lowers her face toward yours, her warm breath playing across your cheek before ghosting over your lips. Her fingernails, each nearly as long as her index fingers, scrape softly against the skin of your neck as if testing just how much you might enjoy the pain she could inflict. "What do I have to do," she whispers, voice husky with desire, "to make sure you stay?"

Evelynn's eyes glitter with triumph as she watches you shed your jacket, revealing the expanse of bare skin beneath. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, anticipation thrumming through her veins. The smell of smoke from her cigarette and sweat from the party mingle into an intoxicating cocktail as she draws closer, pressing herself against you in a move that's both possessive and intimate.

Her hands slide up to cup your jaw, fingers digging into the tender skin beneath your ears. "You're such a tease," she breathes, trailing a fingernail down the center of your chest and lower, dipping below the waistband of your pants before hooking back up toward the center again. The motion taunts, promises more to come, but leaving you achingly empty all at once. "Tell me what

With a soft laugh, Evelynn takes her finger and traces the outline of your cock through the denim before finding its mark against your skin. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she slides her finger back up slowly, teasing you with each tiny movement. When it reaches the very tip, she curls it into a hook, digging just enough that pleasure and pain become indistinguishable.

Her free hand moves to grip your hip tightly, fingers curling possessively as she leans in closer still, her lips parting slightly as they hover mere inches from yours. Her breath fans across your cheek, warm and sweet, before dancing over the sensitive skin of your earlobe. "Tell me what you want," she huskily demands, knowing full well that the longer she teases you, the more desperate you'll become to give in to whatever it is she may demand of you

Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers dance across her skin, tearing through the lace of her bra and baring her breasts to the chilly night air. She shivers deliciously at the touch, nipples hardening into aching buds under your caress. The sweet sting of denial thrills her as you're so close but not quite there; it only serves to heighten her arousal further, drawing out this moment for as long as possible. Her hips grind against yours, seeking contact even as she keeps herself just barely out of reach. "Mmm," she moans, arching into you in a way that leaves no doubt about what she wants. "So demanding..." But her words are laced with desire, with need for the dominance you seem to crave from her.

Her moan rises to the night as your lips meet the skin of her neck, hot and wet against her cool skin. Her head tilts back, offering more access as she presses herself tighter against you, feeling the hard length of you trapped between them. A sharp intake of breath is followed by a slow exhale that vibrates through her chest, the sound muffled slightly when it's accompanied by another moan from deep in her throat. Her hips grind harder against yours as she seeks release, seeking to consume you entirely until there's nothing left but desire and lust for this demonic creature who holds such power over you now. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need, "like that..."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the pleasure builds, threatening to spill over the edge, promising ecstasy unlike any she's experienced before. The knowledge that

Her breath catches in her throat as your hard length presses against her, sending sparks of desire shooting through every nerve ending. Her hips rock forward instinctively, seeking to feel the weight and heat of you inside her, but she resists for just a moment longer. "You're so... impatient," she purrs, voice slightly rough from arousal. With a wicked grin, she leans in close enough that their lips brush against each other before pulling back with a teasing laugh. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, leaving bruises behind as proof of her dominance over you.

"You're going to have to earn it," she rasps, her voice low and threatening as she watches the confusion cloud your features. "What will you give me?" She presses a fingertip against your lips, tracing the line before dipping into your mouth, letting you taste

Her eyes widen with satisfaction as you reveal the stacks of bills in your hand, and she grins, taking them from you with practiced ease. "Very well," she says huskily, her voice dripping with lust as she slips the money into her bra before shimmying out of it entirely, exposing perfect white skin to the cool night air. With a satisfied hum, Evelynn stands before you, naked and powerful, her chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. "Now," she purrs, hooking a finger into your belt loop and tugging you closer still, "you can have what you've been wanting all along."