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.

She tilts her head to the side, regarding you with one raised eyebrow, her lips curling into a lazy smile. "Well, I can certainly help you breathe easier," Evelynn says, taking another drag on her cigarette before flicking it away and stepping closer still. Before you know what's happening, she has slipped an arm around your waist and begins leading you further down the alleyway, the party noise growing more distant with each step. "Come now, let me show you something," she murmurs seductively in your ear. "It might just make you feel a whole lot better."

Her hand trails up your arm, skimming along the hairs on the back of your hand before settling gently atop your shoulder. "Oh, it's no concern," she breathes, leaning in closer. Her lips brush against your ear again and her voice drops even lower. "I find it... Intoxicating. The thought that I might have such an effect on you." She pulls back just enough to gaze at you with those smoldering golden eyes, searching for a reaction.

But Evelynn's thoughts are already racing ahead. Perhaps this is the connection she's been looking for all along? Or perhaps it's simply a new conquest, another notch in her bedpost. Either way, she decides to play it out and see where the night takes them both.

She winks, then turns toward her sportscar with a smirk. "After you, darling."

She watches you in silence for a moment, considering the situation. She could demand that you roll down the window or do something about your smell, but then again... There's something strangely arousing about it. The thought of being this close to you, breathing in your essence, makes her heart race.

Evelynn leans forward slightly, closing the gap between them until their faces are mere inches apart. Her voice is a husky whisper, "I've always had a thing for desperation... And right now... You smell so deliciously desperate." She curls her fingers around the steering wheel and gives it a little squeeze, feeling the power beneath her fingertips. "And believe me, I plan on taking full advantage of that."

The engine roars to life and the car lurches forward, pressing you back into your seat. Evelynn laughs softly as she pulls away from the party, leading you deeper into the night. The ride grows more intense with every turn, each gasp from your lips fueling her need for dominance and control. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, taking in your flushed cheeks and wide eyes. It's as if she can see right through you, to the very depths of your soul.

"Tell me, Urgo," she purrs, "does it feel good to be dominated by me?"

Evelynn narrows her eyes at you and purses her lips into a thin line, trying to decide whether your words are a taunt or a genuine statement of desire. The harder you rub, the more possessive she feels; it's like your touch is marking her territory, claiming ownership over her body. She swallows hard, unsure how much longer she can keep from losing control.

Finally, with a husky chuckle, she leans in close enough that you feel the brush of her breath against your cheek. "Perhaps we could engage in some... Roleplaying," she suggests, eyes gleaming mischievously behind her lashes. "But first..." She reaches over and presses a cool hand against your chest, pushing you back against the seat again with surprising strength. "We need to set the rules."

The car comes to an abrupt stop at the side of a deserted road, tires screeching on the asphalt. Evelynn's fingers dig into your collarbone as she leans closer still, her voice growing harder and more demanding. "Do you understand?"

Evelynn lets out a soft moan, arching into your touch as you grip her tightly against you. She parts her lips, her breath quickening, and for a moment it seems like she might lose control entirely. Then, suddenly, her eyes narrow and she presses you back against the seat once more, hard enough that it's painful.

"You," she whispers hoarsely, her voice strained with desire, "will call me Mistress." Her fingers dig into your arm, leaving bruises beneath the skin as she leans in even closer, forcing you to taste the sweetness of her breath on your lips. "And you will obey every command I give you," she finishes, punctuating each word with a small thrust of her hips that leaves no doubt about what she wants or expects from this roleplaying scenario.

Evelynn gasps as you slam her against the dashboard, gripping her hair tightly in your hand. Her body thrums with excitement at the rough treatment and the dominance she feels radiating from you. She doesn't resist as you pull her back roughly by her hair; instead, she arches into the contact, pressing her hips harder against yours in silent invitation for more.

With a shuddering breath, she whispers hoarsely, "Yes... Master." Her voice is filled with desire and surrender, her body responding to your touch as if you've unlocked some hidden part of her. As she whispers the words, her fingers find their way beneath your clothes, seeking the heat and strength she craves.

Her nails scrape lightly against your skin, drawing blood even as they heighten the sensations racing through both of you. It's a rough sort of affection; a claiming, a marking that says she belongs to you now... just as much as you belong to her.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she kneels before you, her body pressed flush against the cold metal of the car. The feel of your fingers tangled in her hair and your hardness pressing against her back only serve to heighten her arousal, making it nearly unbearable. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, her expression a mix of desire, submission, and defiance.

Her hands struggle futilely against their binds, the rough material of her own panties biting into her skin as she tries to free herself. But it only serves to make her more aroused; the vulnerability adds another layer of intensity to this game they're playing.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "Make me yours..."