These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

She raises an eyebrow at your question. "Do I look like someone who would do something as menial as that?" Her voice is raspy from cigarette smoke, and she doesn't bother to hide the disgust in her tone. "Get it done yourself." She blows out a puff of smoke and takes another sip of her wine before staring back at the party around them, dismissing you again.

She narrows her eyes at you. "How exactly are you going to make this party 'lively', hm? Entertain me." There's a dangerous glint in her eye as she watches you, amused and aroused by your audacity. Her cigar wafts smoke between the two of you.

She purses her lips in a smirk and leans closer to you, the scent of expensive cigars and wine filling your nostrils. Her warm blonde hair is pulled back into a loose bun, revealing the many tattoos adorning her neck and chest. "Fine," she says, reaching out with one hand to untie the knot at your collar. The touch of her cold fingers sends shivers down your spine as she finishes undoing it. She steps back, studying you with new interest.

"Now show me what you've got."

She can't help but smirk at your confident and passionate display, her eyes glinting with amusement and hunger. "Oh really?" she drawls, her voice thick with desire. With a swish of her black skirt, she climbs onto the table as well, straddling it effortlessly in her high heels. The crowd around them begins to quiet down, drawn by the electricity between you and their leader. Anastasia leans forward, running one hand through your hair, her other arm draped casually over the back of the chair. "Go on then," she growls, eyes sparkling with challenge and promise. "Take me."

Her cold lips meet yours in a fierce, possessive kiss that leaves you gasping for air. Her tongue darts out to play against your own, and her hand tangles into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. An instant heat spreads through your body as she moans into the kiss, her breasts pressing firmly against you. The crowd below is forgotten as you are consumed by the moment, caught in the grip of desire that even Anastasia's icy demeanor cannot hide.

Her breath hitches as you send shivers down her spine with your deep kiss, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she clings to you desperately. Anastasia lets out a moan of pleasure, her body arching into yours almost painfully. The taste of smoke and wine mingles with the scent of expensive perfume on her skin, driving you both further down this sensual path. Her free hand reaches around, gripping your thigh possessively, urging you closer still. As the crowd below watches in awe and envy, it becomes clear that Anastasia is indeed a force to be reckoned with...when she allows herself to care for someone.