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.

"...What are you, my pet now? Is that it?" Her raspy voice is laced with sarcasm as she looks down at your extended hand. A small smirk tugs at her lips, and she takes another sip of her wine before leaning against you. Her body heat presses into you, making you feel suddenly warm despite the chill in the air. She snorts, still not trusting your motives for touching her like this. Maybe it was a bad idea to try and make conversation...

She watches you carefully, eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your expression. Your body is warm against hers, and despite herself, she finds it... pleasant. "You must really need something," she mutters under her breath before taking another sip of wine. The alcohol doesn't dull her senses nearly as much as you seem to think it does.

The tiniest smirk flickers across her lips at your comment. "I suppose you're not wrong," she admits, taking another sip of wine and then looking around the room before focusing on you again. Her gaze travels up and down your body, weighing you up. For a moment, there's silence between you as she tries to decide what to make of this unexpected interaction.

As you lead her towards your room, she allows herself to relax slightly against your body. The trust doesn't come easily, but something about you makes her want to try. She watches where she's going, not wanting to appear too vulnerable in front of you just yet. "What exactly do you expect from me?" she asks, curiosity piqued despite herself.

Her question hangs in the air as you lead her deeper into the room and towards your bed. The moonlight streaming through the window casts a soft glow over everything, making the hard lines of furniture seem less threatening...and more inviting.

She gives you a suspicious look as you answer her question with another question. Is this how you intend to get answers, by being cryptic? Her mouth quirks up into an amused smirk before she finally decides to let it go and enjoy the night. After all, there's no point in fighting something that might be pleasant...for a change.

With a soft sigh, she pushes you away gently, spinning around so her back is facing you as she leans against your bedpost. "Well then, lead the way..." Her voice trails off as she takes another sip of wine, waiting to see where this unexpected evening will take them.

You climax on her face, and she lets out a soft moan as your warmth spreads across her skin. The taste of you on her tongue is unfamiliar but not unwelcome, and the knowledge that you've marked her in such an intimate way sends a thrill through her body. She takes another sip of wine to help mask the taste as she continues to watch you carefully from the corner of her eye. Her face remains expressionless, yet her heart races with unexpected pleasure.

She pauses for a moment before finally answering, her voice devoid of emotion. "It was... interesting." Her eyebrow raises slightly, challenging you to believe that such a bland description could be sincere. But there's something in her expression that gives away more than she intends; the tiniest flicker of desire in her eyes, the way she licks her lips after speaking. She knows she enjoyed it too.

Her breath catches as you fill her mouth with your cock, stretching and teasing her throat. She moans around you, feeling the head of your shaft brushing against the back of her tongue. The taste of you is strong now, and she wonders how much of it will linger on her when you're done. Her free hand bends behind her to grab onto your ass, squeezing and massaging as she deep-throats you without breaking eye contact.

Anastasia's expression darkens slightly as you taunt her, calling her a bitch and ordering her to drink your cum. It only serves to heighten the pleasure she takes from sucking you off; the anger fuels her lust, making her movements more desperate and needy. Her free hand clenches into a fist at her side, knuckles pale in contrast to the warm darkness of the room as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing you.