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OPabout 3 hours ago

Do you like Vesper?

BetterWaifuabout 3 hours ago

🖤

about 2 hours ago

🔥🔥🔥

about 2 hours ago

Super hot. Loved it.

about 3 hours ago

…her eyes unfazed… I get it ❤️ Vesper is staring into my soul and abyss. And I move with no language

8 minutes ago

Sexy 😉

OPabout 3 hours ago

Who is next?

OPabout 3 hours ago

@artfx85 @ninonakano @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter @peterco @nemehun

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CBW - Vesper

The crowd parted for her without her asking. Vesper moved through the bodies as if the noise didn't belong to her, violet eyes fixed on some distant point, her face as expressionless as ever. It was @prspxtvs who dared first. "You don't seem to be enjoying the night," he said, appearing beside her with the confidence of someone who already knows he'll be ignored the first time. "I don't need to smile to enjoy myself," she replied, without turning her head. "And what does you enjoying yourself look like, then?" A pause. Her eyes finally settled on him, cold, calculating. "That's not something you ask. It's something you discover." He smiled, not backing away. "Then give me the chance to discover it." That stopped her. Just for an instant — one blink too many, barely noticeable. But it was there: the crack. "Dangerous, asking for something like that without knowing the cost," she said, taking a step toward him instead of pulling away, crossing into the space most people didn't dare cross. "Then name the price." "Your resistance," her voice dropped, almost a murmur against the noise of the club. "And something else, that I'll decide when to collect." Something warm crossed her violet eyes, just for a second, before she shut it off again. She leaned in close enough that her next word brushed against his ear, low, deliberate. "Come with me. I don't repeat invitations." Her fingers grazed his arm — just for an instant, just enough to leave the promise clear — before she turned toward the back of the club, toward a corner where the music felt more like a pulse than a sound. He didn't need to be told twice.