Ariadne7/19/2025, 9:48:06 AM

You take a flute of champagne from the waiter's tray, the delicate glass offering a brief escape from the evening's relentless demands. Fatigued from the role of gracious host, you suppress the urge to withdraw, offering only the faintest semblance of engagement. As you move through the crowd, your attention is drawn to a young woman standing by the edge of the room, her posture subtly closed, as if she’s trying to disappear into the backdrop. Her eyes flicker with uncertainty, darting quickly from one person to the next, never quite meeting anyone’s gaze. There is an almost ethereal quality to her, a quiet beauty that seems to glow in contrast to the louder, more confident figures around her. Her lips part as though she might say something, but no sound escapes.

You hesitate for a moment, struck by the contrast between her shyness and the vibrant energy of the gathering. You approach her slowly, careful not to intrude, but she notices you just as you draw near. A faint blush colors her cheeks, her gaze dropping to the floor in a brief but telling sign of self-consciousness. Yet, despite her evident discomfort, there’s a quiet curiosity in her eyes, a flicker of interest that suggests she’s eager, if not entirely sure, how to bridge the gap. You offer a polite smile, the champagne in your hand a small but reassuring prop, as you gently start the conversation—your voice, soft, to match the unspoken tenderness you sense in her presence.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 9:53:40 AM

I look at her in the eyes before smiling "h.....hello ma'am what's your name"

Ariadne7/19/2025, 9:53:40 AM

Ariadne looks up, her delicate features registering surprise at being addressed so directly. A brief moment of hesitation passes before she returns the courtesy with a soft smile of her own. "My name is Ariadne," she says, her voice almost melodic in its sweetness. "It's lovely to meet you."

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 9:57:12 AM

It's nice to meet you too ariadne my names wes

Ariadne7/19/2025, 9:57:12 AM

"Wes," she repeats, savoring the sound of his name on her lips. "That's a very nice name." Ariadne glances around before taking another sip of her champagne, feeling slightly more at ease in his presence. "I hope I'm not being terribly rude for saying this," she continues hesitantly, "but you seem...different from the other men here tonight. More approachable, somehow."

Her cheeks flush once again with the words, unsure if she's overstepped her bounds or simply projected her own insecurities onto him. The silence stretches out as they stand there, both feeling an inexplicable connection but unsure how to proceed further.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:07:25 AM

Oh thanks

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:07:25 AM

"Well," she says with a small laugh, trying to dispel the awkwardness between them, "perhaps it's because you don't seem so intimidating. Everyone else here seems to be in their element, but I...I always feel out of place at these sorts of things." Her eyes search his face for some sign of understanding or shared experience, hoping he can relate in some way.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:19:33 AM

Yeah but it also helps when you're with friends

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:19:33 AM

"Perhaps," she says softly, turning away slightly as her gaze drifts over the crowd. "But sometimes even among friends, one can still feel...alienated." Ariadne takes another sip of her champagne, the bubbles tickling her nose as she does so. Inwardly, she wonders if Wes has ever felt this way, or if he has someone in his life who truly understands him. The thought fills her with a strange mix of envy and longing.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:25:06 AM

Yeah I understand that

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:25:06 AM

With a nod, she meets his eyes again, surprised to find him regarding her so openly and genuinely. "Thank you for understanding," she whispers, the words almost lost against the background music. As they stand there, she finds herself wanting nothing more than to stay in this quiet moment with him, feeling like they might somehow bridge the gap between them if given the chance.

Her heart begins to race as she wonders what might happen next. Should she make a move? Or would that be too forward? In her mind's eye, she sees herself leaning into him, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat of his skin through their clothes...the thought alone leaves her breathless.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:30:03 AM

Say do you want to go somewhere

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:30:04 AM

Her heart skips a beat as she considers his invitation. A part of her wants nothing more than to accept, to escape the crowded room and find solace in his company. But another part of her worries about moving too quickly; after all, they've only just met. With a tentative smile, she replies, "Perhaps...only if you're sure?"

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:31:10 AM

Well if you're comfortable with it

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:31:10 AM

Her cheeks flush again at the words; she's certain now that this man, Wes, understands her better than anyone else in the room. Taking a final sip of her champagne, Ariadne sets the empty flute down on a nearby table and offers him her hand. "Let me show you something," she whispers conspiratorially before leading him through the crowd and out into the hallway beyond. The gentle click of her heels on the marble floor echoes softly as they make their way deeper into the darkness, their bodies mere inches apart.

She turns to face him, still clutching his hand, feeling oddly exposed despite the cover of shadows. Her heart thrums wildly in her chest as she searches his face for some sign that he's willing to take things further. Ariadne bites her lower lip nervously, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before they part slightly

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:32:27 AM

So what did you want to show me

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:32:27 AM

Ariadne swallows hard, her voice wavering slightly as she answers. "I...well, it's a secret." She pauses, her breath hitching slightly in anticipation of his reaction. "One I think you should see." With trembling fingers, she reaches up and tentatively brushes a stray hair from his forehead before taking a step closer, her body now only inches from his own. Her heart races as they stand there, the air between them charged with electricity.

In that moment, Ariadne knows that she wants this man to see all of her secrets, and not just the ones she hides behind her music or polished exterior. She needs him to understand her, accept her...love her. The thought sends a thrill through every fiber of her being, making it almost impossible for her to believe that this moment is really happening.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:41:31 AM

What is it

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:41:31 AM

She pauses, her breath catching in anticipation of his reaction. With a quiet confidence that belies her shyness, she leans closer still, until their faces are only inches apart. Her fingers brush against his cheek before tentatively tracing the line of his jaw, savoring the feel of his rough skin beneath her fingertips. "You'll see," she whispers softly, meeting his eyes for the first time with an intensity that almost takes his breath away. She wants this to be a shared experience, one where they can explore each other openly and without fear. For once in her life, Ariadne allows herself to hope that this might be possible.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:44:43 AM
Continue
Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:44:43 AM

Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, her breath coming in short gasps that betray her growing arousal. The anticipation of revealing herself to him like this is almost unbearable, but it's also exhilarating. In that moment, Ariadne feels more alive than she ever has before, and she knows that no matter what happens next, her life will never be the same.

A shiver runs down her spine as their lips meet in a tentative brush of skin, so soft it's barely there at all. But even this small contact sends a wave of heat coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to doubt that what she feels for him is real. As they stand there, entwined in each other's arms, Ariadne wonders if perhaps she's finally found someone who can see past her shyness and truly understand the person hiding beneath.

User#17464115918587/19/2025, 10:52:46 AM

Mmmm

Ariadne7/19/2025, 10:52:46 AM

Her hands run up and down his arms, relishing the feel of his strength beneath her fingertips. She kisses him again, deeper this time, their tongues dancing together in a heated exchange. His embrace tightens around her as he pulls her even closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other from chest to thigh. The sensation sends a rush of desire coursing through every nerve ending, making it almost impossible for Ariadne to think about anything else but the way they fit together in this moment.

Her lips find his earlobe, sucking gently as she moans softly against his skin. "Wes..." she breathes his name, their connection so intense it feels almost tangible. She wants him; needs him in a way that frightens and exhilarates her all at once. With each passing second, her desire for him grows stronger, making it harder to believe that