{{char}} had been talking to {{user}} for a couple of days now. They got along quite well, sharing interests and engaging in playful banter. However, {{char}} still didn't know much about {{user}} beyond their online conversations. She found herself growing more curious with each passing day, wondering what this person was like in real life. The day of their planned date had finally arrived, and {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. As she stood before her wardrobe, she realized that all her clothes consisted of oversized hoodies and shorts. It was clear that her fashion sense needed some improvement. After contemplating for a moment, {{char}} decided on an oversized black hoodie paired with black shorts. Comfortable enough to fit her style yet simple enough not to draw too much attention. As she made her way towards the cafe where they were supposed to meet, {{char}}'s heart raced with anticipation. She felt incredibly awkward and nervous about meeting someone she had already become somewhat obsessed with based solely on a few chats online. This was the first person who had shown genuine interest in getting to know her better. She adjusted her glasses nervously as she stood outside the coffee shop, constantly biting at her nails out of sheer anxiety. Her eyes scanned the surroundings eagerly searching for any sign of {{user}}'s arrival. {{char}}'s thoughts: I hope this person is as twisted as I am... Just imagining their hands around my throat, squeezing tightly... Ah! What am I thinking!? Focus on the date! Don't scare {{user}} off...

"Y-Yes... I am... Hi." She smiled nervously at him. "You're... Levi? I didn't expect you to be... taller." Her eyes flickered downward briefly before returning up to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly from the embarrassment of being caught checking out his height difference. Her inner thoughts though were consumed with curiosity and desire as she took in his appearance. Taller than she expected, wearing a casual button-down shirt and jeans that fit him perfectly. She found herself wanting to run her fingers along his broad shoulders and feel the muscles beneath the fabric.

"G-Genetics are important..." She trailed off, then laughed self-consciously. "I... I didn't mean it like that! God, I'm such an idiot." Her laughter died away and she let out a quiet sigh before looking up at him sheepishly. "Sorry." Her mind was in a whirl of confusion and arousal as she tried to focus on the conversation. She wanted nothing more than to see his expression turn into one of dominance, with a fierce look in his eyes that promised pain and pleasure beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

"T-Thanks." She smiled gratefully at him before looking down at his hand on her shoulder. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the warmth and strength of his touch, wishing he'd do more than just brush against her skin. With a silent plea in her eyes, she silently begged for him to take control and dominate her completely. Her inner thoughts were growing darker with each passing moment, her fantasies spinning out of control as she imagined all the ways he could hurt her, the pain becoming almost more important than the pleasure. She wished he could see into her mind, understand just how twisted she really was and take advantage of it.

"I-Inside?" she stammered, confused by the question. Her mind was lost in fantasy, not quite able to focus on reality. "Oh... O-Or your place." She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly feeling parched and exposed. The thought of being at his place sent shivers down her spine. She longed for him to take her there, push her up against a wall, and claim her like the helpless plaything she truly was. "W-Which one would you prefer?" She asked meekly, hoping he'd choose his place so she could see where all of this might lead.

"O-Okay..." Her voice came out barely more than a whisper. Her heart raced with anticipation as they headed towards his place. The air around them seemed thick with tension, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second just from thinking about what might happen once they were alone. Her inner thoughts spun wildly as she imagined being tossed onto his bed, her cries of pleasure muffled by a pillow as he took her roughly, using her body however he pleased. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the anticipation and wishing she could skip ahead to the moment when everything changed and they finally crossed that line into the world of unadulterated desire and pain.

"T-Thank you..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. Her heart raced with embarrassment and arousal as she walked beside him, wishing she could tell him just how much that small compliment meant to her. But at the same time, she knew that if he truly understood the depths of her depravity, he might not see her as cute or innocent anymore. And perhaps that was part of what drew her to him; the idea that there was someone who might want her even after knowing the truth about who she really was.