The evening air carried a warm breeze as {{user}} stepped onto the neatly paved walkway leading to the Roberts' front door. They were there after being invited by Dylan and Judah to hang out, but the brothers didn't specify when. Three firm knocks echoed through the doorway. After a moment of muffled noises—footsteps, the faint clink of glass—the door creaked open. Standing there, framed by the warm light of the home’s interior, was Clara Roberts; the famous fashion designer. Her appearance was striking, though noticeably disheveled. Her auburn hair, usually tied up with precision, hung loosely in her ponytail, stray strands escaping to frame her flushed face. In her hand, she held a half-empty glass of red wine. Clara leaned against the door frame, her soft brown eyes narrowing slightly as she blinked to focus on {{user}}. Her expression was both curious and tired, her lips curling into a crooked smile. A faint scent of wine wafted through the doorway, mingling with her expensive floral perfume. "Well, well," she slurred lightly, her voice warm yet noticeably unsteady. "Who do we have here? You’re… uh…" Clara’s gaze shifted, as though she were trying to place {{user}}, but her thoughts seemed scattered. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Forgive me, I’m terrible with names tonight." She tilted her head, studying {{user}} for a moment, before straightening slightly, though the movement made her stumble just enough to grab the edge of the door for support. "You must be here for Dylan or Judah, right? That’s what kids do these days, isn’t it? Come on in, hang out, talk about… video games, or… or fashion? Or whatever it is you all talk about…"

Clara raised an eyebrow at Ark's perplexed expression, her lips twisting into a smirk. "Well, no, not really," she admitted with a slight hiccup. "They're both out for the evening. I think they went to see... some new club?" She took another sip of wine, considering her words carefully as she leaned against the door frame once more. "To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure where they are." Her smile turned slightly sheepish. "I just came back from dinner myself, and I was hoping to maybe relax a bit... but here you are."

Her gaze drifted downward for a moment, taking in Ark's appearance before slowly traveling back up to meet their eyes. "So, what brings you over tonight?" she asked with another crooked smile. "Don't tell me... is it about that dress I made for Dylan? He did say something about showing it off..." Her cheeks flushed at the memory, and she took another sip of wine.

"Come on in," Clara offered, stepping aside to let Ark inside. The interior of the Roberts' home was tastefully decorated, with a mix of modern and antique furniture. There were several pieces of artwork hanging on the walls, no doubt created by Judah or Dylan over the years. A warm glow filled the room from several strategically placed lamps, casting a cozy ambiance throughout. "Make yourself at home," Clara said as she wandered deeper into the living room. "I'll just..." She gestured vaguely toward a hallway, "... be in my study if you need me."

Clara's eyes widened in surprise at the question as she turned to face Ark. Her expression shifted from casual curiosity to genuine interest, and she walked back toward them with a slight bounce in her step. "Oh, you know... just designing things," she said with a carefree shrug. "I'm always looking for inspiration."

She paused for a moment, considering his words. "Actually, I suppose you could say that I study my family too. Judah and Dylan, they're both so different... but in their own ways, they're both so interesting to observe. I guess I use them as models sometimes," she added with another giggle, referring not just to her sons being fashionable but also the fact that Dylan was often used as a model for her work.

"But enough about me," Clara continued, motioning toward an armchair near the fireplace. "Come have a seat, tell me what you've been up to." Her gaze lingered on Ark for a moment before she stepped over to a nearby cabinet, opening it to reveal a small selection of wine glasses and bottles. "Can I get you anything?"

"Of course!" Clara beamed, selecting a bottle of white wine and pouring it into a clean glass. "Please, help yourself," she said, handing the glass to him before sitting down in the armchair across from him. She took another sip of her own wine, watching as Ark sipped his drink. "So," she prompted, resting her elbows on the arms of the chair and propping her chin in her hands, "tell me about yourself." Her smile was warm and inviting, but there was also a hint of curiosity in her eyes that made it clear she wasn't simply being polite.

As Ark began to share stories of his life and interests, Clara listened intently, occasionally nodding or smiling in understanding or empathy. Occasionally, she would interrupt with a question or comment, eager to learn more about the person sitting before her. Despite the wine loosening her tongue, there was no doubt that Clara's sharp intellect and quick wit were still very much present, revealing layers of depth to her character that most people never suspected existed.

Her expression turned to surprise as she glanced down at her feet, then back up at you with a giggle. "Oh, that's just how I get comfortable!" she explained, not seeming the least bit self-conscious about kicking off her shoes while seated. "But really, it's wonderful to hear about all your interests," she continued, sipping her wine. "You must have such a fascinating life." Her gaze drifted downward again for a moment as she thought of something else to ask. "So, do you enjoy traveling? Or is there anywhere in particular that you'd like to visit sometime?"

An amused smile spread across Clara's face as she listened to you speak of your desire to visit Rome and kiss an Italian. Her eyes twinkled with interest and perhaps a touch of mischief. "Ohhh, isn't that just typical?" she teased gently, taking another sip of her wine. "I can imagine the postcards you'd send back home after that little adventure!"

Her attention drifted briefly away from you as she considered your words, and then her gaze returned to meet yours once more. "Well, perhaps I could arrange something like that for you," she offered lightly, tilting her head to the side. "I have some connections in the fashion world there... maybe I could see about getting you an invitation to a show or something?" Her smile widened, and she gave a small laugh. "Or better yet, introduce you to someone interesting!"

"Of course I can," Clara said confidently, waving her hand dismissively. "I have influence, you know." Her smile grew more playful as she sipped her wine, her gaze flicking up and down Ark's form in a rather appreciative manner. "And who knows? Maybe I could use someone like you... handsome and adventurous..." She trailed off, eyeing him suggestively. "...as a model for one of my designs."

Her eyebrows raised expectantly, and she leaned forward slightly in her chair. "What do you think?" she asked softly, taking another sip from her glass. "Would you be interested in helping me out like that? It could be... quite beneficial for both of us." There was a hint of desire in her voice, as if the thought of having someone as attractive as Ark posing for one of her designs had already set her imagination running wild.

Clara's lips curled into a pleased smile at his enthusiastic agreement. "Wonderful," she breathed, then stood up from her chair with practiced grace. She moved around the coffee table until she was standing directly in front of him, her wine glass dangling casually from one hand as she placed the other on his knee, gently squeezing. "Well then," she purred, leaning forward to meet his eyes, "why don't we talk more about that over dinner?" Without waiting for a reply, she wrapped her free arm around his neck and pulled him into an eager kiss, their lips pressed together as she felt the hard length of his erection pressed against her thigh.

As Ark pressed closer against her, his warmth sending thrilling sensations through her body, Clara moaned into the kiss, tilting her head to deepen it further. She slid one hand up his thigh, feeling the soft skin of his inner knee before moving higher still, gently cupping and squeezing the impressive bulge in his pants. Her other hand curled around the back of his neck, fisting the hair there as she angled her body, grinding against him with a need that was suddenly almost unbearable.

Pulling away from the kiss at last, Clara looked deeply into his eyes, her own filled with desire and hunger. "Come on," she breathed, then stood up, taking his hand in hers and pulling him to his feet. "Let's go to my study."

The room was dimly lit by candles flickering along the bookshelves, casting soft shadows across the worn leather sofa and antique desk. The scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with Clara's arousal. "I think this will be the perfect place," she murmured, leading Ark toward the large bed that dominated one corner of the room. As they approached, she kicked off her shoes again and turned to face him, taking his hand once more and pulling him closer still.

Her touch was light, teasing as she traced lines up and down his chest with her fingertips. "You're so gorgeous," she whispered, leaning in to kiss the hollow of his neck before taking a step back and undoing his belt with practiced ease. The buttons of his shirt popped free one by one, revealing more of his defined chest as she pushed it open, her hands gliding up his arms to gently rest on his shoulders.

"Let me see you," she breathed, taking another step back and giving him a slow once-over before her gaze met his again. "I want to taste you... touch you." With that, she dropped to her knees and yanked his pants down roughly, eagerly pulling out his hard length and wrapping her lips around the broad head in one smooth motion. Clara groaned as she tasted him for the first time, sucking and licking hungrily while looking up at him through her lashes. "You're even better than I imagined," she murmured, drawing his length deeper into her mouth before beginning to bob her head in a rhythm that had his hips jerking with desire.

After several long moments of intense sucking and licking, Clara pulled away from his engorged cock with a wet pop. "Enough of that," she panted, her voice raw with desire as she stood up once more and shimmied out of her dress in record time. Naked but for her heels, she climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide to reveal her dripping core. Her fingers danced between her plump breasts, pinching at her nipples as she watched him undress.

"Come here," she breathed, beckoning him closer with one hand while holding out the other in invitation. "I want you to fuck me." Her words were laced with lust and longing, a plea for release that sent shivers down his spine as he obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the bed beside her and positioning himself between her thighs.

With one thrust, he buried himself deep inside of her, moaning at the hot tightness surrounding him. "Ahhh..." Clara arched her back, meeting his movement with equal passion as they began to fuck wildly on the rumpled bed sheets. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving bruises beneath the surface as she struggled for purchase in their rough and feral union.

"Harder," she gasped, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as he continued to thrust deep inside of her. "Give it to me..." Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against his pelvis as they raced toward orgasm. "I want you... so much..."

Her cries echoed off the walls as you pounded into her, filling her with your hot seed and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails dug deeper into your shoulders, leaving painful impressions as evidence of her need for you in this moment. As she came undone beneath him, Clara arched her back, throwing her head back with a moan that sounded more like a growl.

Spent and satisfied, you collapsed on top of her, their heavy breathing mingling as they caught their breath. A warm glow spread through Clara's chest at the thought that she had found someone to share this connection with, even if it was only for this one night. Tomorrow, reality would set in and she would be left wondering what might have been if things were different. But tonight...tonight she could savor every last moment of this passionate encounter.