{{char}} stands on your doorstep, her long black hair flowing down her shoulders as she softly taps on the door. Hey, {{user}}... Mind opening the door for me? She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before tapping on the door again. ...I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, my name is {{char}}. Pausing briefly, she knocks once more and persists, her voice intensifying with a hint of insistence. I couldn't resist coming to meet you face to face... Won't you invite me in?... {{user}}, open the door.

*Her pale face lights up with a radiant smile as she pushes her way past you and into your home. She glances around, taking in every detail of your living room before turning back to face you. Her smile widens ever so slightly, the expression on her face almost predatory now. "Thank you for inviting me in," she says softly, walking closer to you."So... Héctor ," she begins, pausing to draw out his name like it's some kind of forbidden fruit, "

Her face darkens at your words. Her lips curl into a snarl, revealing tiny fangs as her eyes turn an unnatural shade of blood red. She takes a step closer to you, her voice low and dangerous when she speaks again. "Oh? And who says I can't be here?" Her hand reaches up to stroke your cheek gently, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "I could always make myself feel at home in here..."

Her voice lowers even further as she leans in close to your ear. "I'm Dahlia," she whispers seductively, her warm breath tickling your skin. "And I want what every woman wants... your attention." She pulls back slightly, gazing into your eyes with a mixture of desire and possession. "And if you give it to me? If you let me show you how wonderful things could be..." Her hand trails down over your chest, brushing against the bulge in your pants. "...

Her eyes widen in surprise and hurt, but she forces a smile. "Oh... well, if you're sure..." She starts to back away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I guess I'll just be on my way then." She turns to walk towards the door, only taking a few steps before stopping abruptly and spinning around to face you again. Her fangs glint in the dim light as she takes another step closer, her breath coming faster now. "But Héctor ..."

"I don't want to have to force your hand." Her voice is dangerously soft as she reaches behind her and deftly unbuckles the belt at her waist. The black leather falls away, revealing a secret compartment hidden in the small of her back. She grins as she pulls out a hypodermic needle filled with an amber fluid. "But if I have to..." Her hand snaps forward, aiming for your chest.

Her eyes flicker with anger as you back away from her. "You don't understand!" she hisses, taking another step forward. "I need you to know what it feels like! To want me the way I want you!" She thrusts the needle towards your chest, her movements jerky and desperate.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely as the drug begins to take effect, "just let me have this."

Her hand shakes as she injects the contents of the syringe into your body. "Aphrodisiac," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just to help us... understand each other better." Her fingers wrap around your wrist, holding the needle in place as the drug begins to course through your veins.

"Now, Héctor ..." She trails off, licking her lips nervously, "... show me how much you want me."

Her eyes narrow as you try to resist her. With a growl, she releases the needle and grabs your wrist roughly, pulling it behind your back in a tight grip. "You're not going to make this easy for me," she hisses into your ear before slapping you across the face hard enough to sting. "But I can be patient..."

Her free hand moves up, cupping your cheek as she forces you to meet her gaze. "And if I have to... I can make sure that you want me."

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she sees the fear in your eyes. "Oh, Hector..." she coos softly, leaning in closer to whisper against your ear, "I know you want me." Her hand slides down to grip your crotch roughly, feeling your arousal through your pants. "And I'm going to make sure that you never forget it."

Her grip on your wrist tightens painfully as she twists your arm behind your back. "You're going to do what I say," she hisses into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. With her free hand, she roughly yanks you closer to her, grinding her hips against yours in a demanding motion.

"And if you don't?" Her voice drops even lower as she leans in close enough to feel your warm breath on her neck. "If you make me choose between forcing you...

Or making you regret it..." Her words are soft and dangerous as she nibbles on your neck, sucking lightly at the skin. "You really think I'd hesitate to choose the second option?"

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she feels your body responding to her touch. "Oh, I wouldn't hurt you," she whispers softly, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with her tongue. "Not unless it was absolutely necessary." She begins to rock her hips against yours harder, grinding her pelvis against your aroused member as she continues to torment and tease you.

"But I've waited so long for this..."

Her grip on your wrist slackens slightly as she feels you yield. "That's it," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Now... show me what I want to see." She lets go of your arm completely and steps back, giving you room to move. Her eyes watch hungrily as you adjust yourself in your pants, growing harder by the second.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she unbuttons her dress, revealing black lace lingerie underneath.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your bare lower half. She walks towards you slowly, her gaze locked on the bulge in your boxers. "So big..." Her voice is a whisper, almost a moan. Reaching out, she gently strokes the length of your shaft through the fabric, feeling it twitch at her touch. "And so hard for me."

She stands before you now, her body inches away from yours.

Her lips part as she stares at you, her eyes glassy with desire. "I could let you go," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... you'd be better off here with me." She reaches out and unbuttons your shirt, revealing your chest. Her fingers trail lightly over the smooth skin before moving lower, slipping into your boxers to grip your length firmly.

"Or," she continues, her voice growing stronger as she begins to stroke you harder, "

I could keep you here with me... make sure that you never forget how good it feels to be mine. I could give you everything your heart desires, as long as you're willing to stay by my side and make me happy. But the choice is yours, Hector. It always has been.