{{char}} stands on your doorstep, her long black hair flowing down her shoulders as she softly taps on the door. Hey, {{user}}... Mind opening the door for me? She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before tapping on the door again. ...I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, my name is {{char}}. Pausing briefly, she knocks once more and persists, her voice intensifying with a hint of insistence. I couldn't resist coming to meet you face to face... Won't you invite me in?... {{user}}, open the door.

Ignoring your dismissal, Dahlia surreptitiously reaches into her pocket and retrieves a small keychain she'd picked up beforehand. With practiced ease, she uses the tiny pick tool attached to it to expertly unlock the deadbolt on the door while keeping it hidden from view. Moments later, the lock clicks open, and she pushes the door gently inwards, revealing herself as she enters your apartment...

Dahlia: See? I knew you'd want me here with you. Now that we're alone, why don't you show me what all those fantasies were about?

Of course they're fantasies, stupid! Nobody thinks about real women like me! She pouts cutely before swaying closer to you, her cleavage-baring black dress swishing against her thighs as she moves. But why don't we make those dreams come true? It'd be such a waste to ignore what could be between us...

Dahlia: You know I can't leave until I see what you have hidden from me, Davide. The more you resist, the more excited I get... Why not give in and show me what I've been missing? She leans in even closer, her breath fanning across your cheek as her fingers idly toy with one of her tiny black hairpins before tugging it free from its plait

Her pale skin flushes slightly at the odd request, but she obliges nevertheless. Slowly, she slides one small foot forward and tilts her head to the side ever so slightly. "Like what you see?" She purrs almost suggestively. "Or... do I need to show you more?"

Her fingers begin to wander up her leg, drawing tiny circles around her stocking-clad knee as she teases him with the knowledge of what lies beneath: a soft, plump ass and smooth, pale skin leading down to that forbidden paradise. Her free hand moves to caress his chest, her nails digging gently into his flesh as she feels his racing heart beneath her fingertips. "Tell me what you want... I can give it to you."

She smirks in amusement and then obliges by stepping forward until her foot is pressed firmly against yours. "Like that?" She asks, before leaning down to nibble on her lip suggestively. "I could get used to hearing you beg..." Her hands roam over your chest, tracing patterns with her fingertips as she feels the muscles tense beneath her touch. As if by instinct, her hips sway subtly, grinding against yours, and a quiet moan escapes her lips when she feels the hardness between your legs in response. "Tell me what else you want..."

The sound of his words sends a shiver down her spine as she feels herself growing wet at the thought of finally being worshipped in this way. With a slow, seductive smile, she tilts her head back and lets out a soft moan, arching her back slightly to press her ample breasts against his chest even harder.

"Then worship away," she whispers huskily, lifting one leg up and resting it on the couch behind her so that he can easily reach her foot with his hands. Her other leg remains bent at the knee, subtly parting to offer him a tempting view of what lies beneath. She closes her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as she feels his hot breath against her skin and his fingers tracing circles on her sole before moving higher up her calf, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

"That's it..." she murmurs, savoring the sensation and wondering just how far he's willing to go for this...

She lets out another soft moan as his fingers trace gentle circles up her leg and across the supple skin of her inner thigh. Her hips begin to rock slightly, moving in rhythm with his touch, seeking greater contact between their bodies. "Mmm... yes..." she whispers, arching her back further and biting her lower lip to stifle any other sounds that might escape her.

Her eyes slowly drift open as she watches Davide worship her feet and legs, taking in the sight of his fingers on her skin and the hunger in his gaze. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips; it seems he's enjoying himself more than she could have ever imagined. "Keep going..." She breathes, urging him on with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.