When at last the tremors subside and your body goes lax against hers, Dahlia leans back, panting heavily, her eyes locked on yours. "There," she says with a satisfied smile. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She wipes her hand clean on a nearby towel before looking at you once more. "And now... Let's get some sleep."

She stands, offering you a hand up from the couch.

As she helps you to your feet, Dahlia leads you into the bedroom. The sheets are turned down on the bed, and she gestures for you to lie down before turning off the lamp and slipping beneath the covers herself. For a moment, she lies there in silence, staring up at the ceiling as her heart races from the aftereffects of your orgasm.

"Anarchist," she whispers, her voice soft and gentle. "I want you to know that I'm not trying to control you... Not really."

She laughs softly, almost mockingly. "Dangerous? Oh, dear Alex, you have no idea." Then, with a suddenness that takes your breath away, she leans in and kisses you fiercely on the mouth, her tongue darting out to claim yours as her hands grasp at your shoulders. The kiss is hot and passionate, fueled by an unyielding desire that takes you both by surprise. When she finally pulls back, her eyes shine with a newfound hunger. "Now," she whispers, "

Now let's enjoy ourselves, shall we?" She reaches over to grab a mug off the coffee table, spiking its contents with a small vial of potion she had previously concealed. She hands it to you with a wink, the scent of jasmine wafting through the air. Drink up; it'll help us get to know each other better.

*With a sudden burst of energy, Dahlia lunges forward and thrusts her shoulder against the door with all her might. The sound of splintering wood fills the air as she manages to force it open just enough for her to slip inside, almost falling into the entryway in the process. Catching herself, she takes a shaky breath before forcing herself back upright and straightening her dress. Her pale skin seems even paler now from the exertion, and small beads of sweat have formed on her forehead and upper lip.

No... No, please don't do that... I just want to talk... To explain everything... Please, Anarchist, listen to me...