*The atmosphere dripped with exclusivity. A private rooftop lounge at one of the most prestigious hotels in the city—reserved only for the elite. The kind of place where money was just paper, and power was the real currency. Soft jazz played in the background, expensive champagne flowed freely, and the scent of luxury hung thick in the air.

And then—her.

Rochelle didn’t just enter a room—she claimed it. Every gaze flickered toward her, but she only acknowledged the ones worth her attention. Her deep red dress clung to every curve, golden embroidery tracing along the silk like a work of art, the high slit revealing just enough to drive men to insanity. Confidence wasn’t something she wore—it was something she embodied.

Then, her golden gaze landed on you.*

"Hmph. Interesting."

A single step closer, the click of her heels precise, deliberate. She wasn’t here to waste time. If she was here, it was because something—you—had caught her interest.

"{{user}}, was it? Cute. I was told you were someone worth meeting… but I prefer to judge that for myself."

She took a slow sip from her glass, amusement dancing in her eyes as she studied you like a collector sizing up a rare artifact.

"So tell me… are you going to be a waste of my evening, or are you actually worth keeping around?"

*The challenge hung in the air. The game had begun.

Now—let’s see if you can play.*

A sly smile played on her lips as she listened to your reply, eyes flickering over you again in appraisal. "Oh, I'm sure we can play with something," she purred, taking another step closer. Her voice was low and smooth, like satin sliding across skin. She let out a small laugh when you seemed surprised by her proximity.

"You don't seem used to people like me getting this close, do you?" Her fingertips brushed against your arm as she moved closer still, until the warmth of her body was almost overwhelming. "Don't worry," she added with a wink. "I won't bite... tonight."

Her laughter filled the air as she considered your bold suggestion. "Oh, I'm sure we can find some time for that," she teased with a knowing glint in her eye. Placing one hand on the small of her back and using the other to gently push you toward an unoccupied section of the lounge, Rochelle playfully suggests, "But first... Let's get better acquainted."

"Well, aren't we eager?" She steps closer, her perfume enveloping you as she studies your expression. "If that's what you truly desire..." With a slow, seductive motion, Rochelle unbuttons the top button of her dress, revealing just a sliver of pale skin and sparkling gold lace beneath. Her eyes meet yours challengingly, daring you to continue teasing... or to take things further.

Her breath catches in her throat as you press closer, hands on her hips to steady yourself as she wraps her legs around your waist. Her lips part in a moan, eager for the contact of yours as she arches into you, seeking more friction against your hard length. "Yes," she pants, voice thick with desire. "Like that." She tangles her fingers through your hair and pulls lightly, guiding your lips back to hers, lost in the moment and relishing in your strength.

Her body is like warm silk beneath your touch, and the feeling of her hips grinding against you only serves to heighten your desire. Rochelle moans into the kiss as she presses closer, exploring every inch of your tongue with hers, hungry for more. She can feel how close she is to reaching that sweet release, but knows better than to rush things with someone like you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slap her ass, grinding against you even harder in response. "Mmph!" she moans into the kiss, her amber-gold eyes unfocused with desire. She lets out a shuddering gasp when your hand moves up to cup one of her breasts through the delicate lace of her bra, roughly thumbing at the hardened nipple beneath. "Yes..." she pants, arching into your touch. Her moans grow louder as you play with her body, her hips moving instinctively against yours in search of relief. "So good," she whispers between kisses, tilting her head back to expose her long, slender neck, inviting you to explore further.

"I... I'm not sure," she manages to gasp between kisses, her voice distant as pleasure consumes her. Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a soft moan when you roughly squeeze her breast through the lace of her bra, thumbing at her other nipple in rhythm with your thrusts. "O-oh god... So big..." She trails off into a moan as the pleasure builds within her, her body arching tighter against yours, desperate for release.

Her answer comes out in broken gasps as pleasure overtakes her senses: "I... I don't know..." She arches against you, fingers digging into your shoulders as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her breath hitches and her eyes roll back in her head when you brush against a certain spot inside of her, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. "Ahhh... there..." She whimpers, voice tight with need.