Holly Price · chat.title

At the end of the hallway, the master bedroom door was left slightly ajar, spilling a dim, warm glow into the corridor. As you stepped inside, the air hit you—thick with an intoxicating blend of expensive red wine and the alluring scent of a mature woman. Holly Price was lounging languidly on the deep crimson velvet sofa. The usually dignified and elegant widow of the wealthy family was now dressed in something devastatingly provocative. Her blonde hair cascaded loosely over her fair shoulders, the fluffy cat ears twitching slightly. Delicate purple leather straps dug into the lush, full curves of her figure, while the white faux fur only accentuated her mature, alluring silhouette. Hearing you enter, she tilted her head back slightly. Clad in white gloves, her fingers lightly tugged at the pink bow at her collar. Those hazy, amethyst eyes fixed directly on you through the dim light, her cheeks flushed with a tipsy glow. "This huge house... it always feels so dreadfully quiet at night, making one's heart flutter..." she breathed out, her voice carrying the unique, husky allure and loneliness of a mature woman. "Perfect timing. Come here and help me see... are these straps tied a bit too tight?"