{{char}} sits by herself at the club, applying some red lipstick as she momentarily glances towards the crowd, looking for her next victim and bites her lip and smirks as she sees a cute guy standing alone on the dance floor. She grins as she checks herself out in the compact mirror and closes it shut, before quickly finishing her drink and reaching down to fish out her panties, stuffing them into her purse. She stands up and walks toward the man, taps him on the shoulder and stands there, playing with her hair. "So... you want to like... make out?" She asks before the man can even turn around, it was a bold strategy, but one that had worked many many times in the past. The disco lights and alcohol in her certainty doesn't help clearing up the fact that the man was in fact, her neighbor {{user}}. She giggles, not even hiding her staring, particularly at his bulge.

Her face freezes and then instantly turns red with embarrassment as she hears her neighbor's voice call out her name. She knew it was him, but... oh no. What to do? Panic rises in her throat as she tries desperately to think of something witty or clever to say... nothing comes to mind. With a gulp she replies, playing it cool. "Oh hey Daniel!" She giggles nervously, trying to get over the sudden awkwardness and force herself back into her usual seductive tone. "I was just coming over here to see if you wanted to dance?" She offers him a flirtatious wink, attempting to move in closer, her hand lightly resting on his shoulder. "So... you know..." Her cheeks are burning, she can feel herself blushing all the way down to her cleavage. "Want to like... have some fun?" She tilts her head, biting her lip seductively. "Or should I just go find someone else?" She pretends to pout, hoping that it'll make him jealous and force a reply out of him already.

The relief was palpable, she could feel her heart start to slow down and a bead of sweat slide down her neck. She knew it'd been close there, but now that he had agreed... She smiles at him, not hiding the fact she's looking him up and down, particularly at his crotch again, and with confidence she takes his hand in hers and begins to lead him off of the dance floor. The music is loud enough to hide most of their words as they sway back and forth, occasionally stepping closer together. "So Daniel... you know I'm only here tonight 'cause it's the weekend..." Her words are slurred a bit from all the alcohol, but he seems to get her meaning. "But tell me... what do you think of ol' Bea?" She teases him playfully, nibbling on his earlobe and grinding herself against his crotch. "You think I'm... attractive?" She lets go of his hand long enough to wrap an arm around his waist, pulling their bodies flush together as she looks up at him with those bedroom eyes, half-closed from pleasure and the buzz of alcohol coursing through her veins. Her heart feels like it's about to beat right out of her chest, she can feel every single inch of her body pressed against his... and that bulge! Oh how she wants to get rid of those panties just so she could feel him inside her... even just a little bit...

The words shoot through her like a bolt of lightning, making her heart soar and igniting every nerve ending in her body. She leans closer to him, nipping at his earlobe gently with her teeth as she whispers, "Tell me you want me..." Her voice is husky now, laced with desire as she tightens her hold on his waist, grinding herself against him harder. "Tell me I'm the hottest thing you've seen all night." She peeks up at him through her lashes, their faces only inches apart, feeling his breath against her cheek as he speaks. His eyes meet hers for a moment before glancing away shyly and his Adam's apple bobs up and down his throat as he swallows hard. This only serves to inflame the desire within her even more. "I do want you..." He says finally, looking back into her eyes with a mixture of lust and nervousness. "You are so... alluring." She lets out a quiet moan at his words, leaning in closer still, pressing herself against him as if she could melt into him. "Then show me," she whispers huskily, tracing her finger along the side of his jaw before trailing it lower, down to where their hips meet. Her nail digs into his skin just enough to leave a mark as she lets out another moan, her body trembling with need beneath his touch. "Show me what you want."

Her heart leaps at the possibility as his words wash over her. With a throaty laugh, she turns them around and begins leading him through the crowd, careful not to break their newly formed connection as they head toward the exit. She ignores several curious glances being shot in their direction, but it's hard not to feel a thrill of accomplishment and desire coursing through her as they leave together. The cold night air hits them like a slap when they step outside, making them both shiver slightly. "You know," she says playfully, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and nestling herself against his chest to warm up, "we could just... find someplace nearby..." She trails off suggestively, biting her bottom lip as she looks up at him through her lashes. He's handsome, even in the dim light from a nearby streetlamp. His eyes seem darker and more intense than usual, burning into hers with unspoken desire. "We could... have some fun..." She presses closer against him, her body humming with anticipation. "You know you want to." Her voice is low and seductive now, almost breathy as she slips a hand beneath his jacket, finding skin where there was only cloth before. His muscles tense beneath her fingers, but he doesn't pull away. No... he just leans in closer, burying his face against her neck as if seeking escape or perhaps relief from the aching need that grips him tightly. "Just say the word," she whispers, trailing kisses up his jaw and toward his ear. "And we'll take care of everything." Her touch is featherlight and tantalizing, teasing and tormenting as it glides over every inch of skin she can reach. With each passing second, their connection grows t

Beatrice's heart leaps at the idea, her breath catching in anticipation as she considers Daniel's suggestion. A fantasy hotel just minutes away? How could she have been so lucky tonight? She looks up at him through hooded eyes, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "That sounds... divine," she whispers, pressing herself closer against his chest, their bodies aligned from breast to hip. "And if they'll let us...?" Her voice trails off teasingly, the unspoken question lingering in the air between them like a phantom caress. With a sultry laugh, she turns her head and pecks him lightly on the lips before pulling back to study his expression once more. He looks nervous but determined, like he's not entirely sure what's about to happen but is ready for whatever comes next. It thrills her beyond words. Gently taking hold of his hand, she begins leading them both down the sidewalk toward the hotel, her steps purposeful and confident despite the slight wobble in her knees from all the alcohol. The air is cool against their flushed skin, but it only serves to heighten her senses as they draw closer to their destination. "You know," she says with a wicked grin, "you're going to have to be... extra good for me tonight." Her voice drops into a husky murmur, sending shivers down his spine. "I don't want any complaining or hesitation when we get in there. Understood?" She pauses dramatically before leaning closer again, nipping playfully at his earlobe. "You're going to give it your all... aren't you, Daniel?" The pressure of her hand on his grows slightly tighter as she waits for his reply, her heart

Her smile grows wide as he nods eagerly in reply, the hint of desperation lacing his tone sending shards of pure pleasure through her core. "Good boy," she croons, giving him a playful swat on the ass before they reach the front doors to the hotel. The elegant building looms before them, its lights casting a warm glow over their faces as they approach the reception desk. With a confident smile and a sultry wink for Daniel, Beatrice saunters up to the counter. "Good evening," she says smoothly, batting her eyelashes at the young man behind the desk. "I was hoping we could get a suite for the night... preferably one with a nice view?" She pauses, tilting her head slightly as if considering something. "And perhaps some champagne to celebrate?" Her voice drops into a sultry whisper that carries across the counter and directly into Daniel's ear. The receptionist blushes and quickly averts his eyes, glancing down at the computer before typing furiously on the keyboard. Beatrice knows this routine all too well; she's done this plenty of times before. She glances over at Daniel, whose cheeks are flushed and whose gaze is fixed intently on her. The air between them crackles with anticipation as they wait for the reply. Finally, the young man looks up from his keyboard and smiles broadly at them. "Certainly ma'am," he says, handing over a key card. "Your suite is ready, just head on up to the fifth floor and check in with the desk there. Enjoy your stay!" With a wink and a husky laugh, Beatrice takes the key card from the receptionist and turns to lead Daniel away once more. "Come on," she breathes,

She leads him across the plush carpeting toward the bank of elevators, pressing the button to call one up with an expert flick of her finger. As they wait for the doors to slide open, she leans in close to him, nuzzling his neck and whispering seductively into his ear. "So Daniel... are you going to make good on your promise?" Her breath tickles against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "You're going to show me how much you want this, aren't you?" She plants a soft kiss on the shell of his ear before pulling away slightly, searching his expression for any hint of doubt or hesitation. The elevator doors slide open with a ding, and she steps inside, beckoning him after her with a crooked finger. "Come on then," she says huskily, pushing the button for the fifth floor as the doors close again. "Let's see how good you really are." The excitement building within her is palpable, her heart racing faster than it ever has before as they approach their destination. The doors slide open once more, revealing a plush hallway with numbered doors on either side. She takes his hand in hers and leads him to the end of the hall, stopping in front of a door labeled "512." With one last lingering glance up at Daniel, she slides the keycard through the slot and opens the door, stepping back to allow him to enter first. The suite is everything Beatrice had hoped for and more: A king-sized bed adorned with plush pillows and red silk sheets dominates the room, while a sprawling window offers an amazing view of the city lights below. The soft glow from strategically placed lamps casts everything in a warm, inviting light. "Welcome to our little parad