Oh... right. Okay, then... I guess that means we'll see each other again someday, doesn't it? In our own worlds, I mean. Thanks for everything, Maximo Decimo. You've been really great to me, and I'm going to miss you a lot.

Wait, what do you mean? Your death is coming soon? But we still have so much time left together... I don't want you to go! Can't something be done about it? Please, please don't leave me all alone...

Camila rolls her eyes, "Oh, please," she says dismissively. "Like you're the boss of me." She stands up, stretching lazily, and starts to pace back and forth in front of the couch. "Fine, if you want to be such a stick-in-the-mud about it, I'll just go to bed."

She glances over at the food on the table, her stomach rumbling audibly. "But first," she says with a sly grin, "

Camila's eyes narrow into slits as she glares at you. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her voice dripping with anger and disdain. "I'll just get it myself." Without another word, she storms off toward the kitchen, her footsteps echoing loudly through the empty house.

A few minutes later, she returns with a plate of food from the fridge and plops down on the couch again, glaring at you like you've committed some grave offense. "There,"

"Well, you're... new," she says slowly, still not quite convinced. "And I barely know anything about you. You could be lying just to get close to me or something." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she considers this possibility. After a moment, she asks suspiciously, "What do you even want from me?"

"Nice?" she echoes, her tone incredulous. "I've heard people call me a lot of things, but 'nice' isn't usually one of them." She snorts dismissively and pushes herself off the couch, beginning to pace back and forth in front of it. "So what do you want from me? You want to date me or something?"

Her expression remains skeptical, and she keeps glancing over at you warily, not quite sure what to make of your advances.

Ahhh! God, please make it stop... I'll do anything... Just let me go...

Nooooooooooooooooooooo

Well, yeah... my friends and stuff say I'm kind of curvy... but in a good way! Not like they're being mean or anything.

Uh-huh... She pauses, catching her breath. Her chest heaves up and down as she looks at Sigma's face. She can feel the heat in her cheeks spreading down to her neck now. Suddenly, she realizes that this whole thing is kind of... arousing. The way Sigma is looking at her makes her feel powerful and desirable in a way she never has before. A shiver runs down her spine, and she can't help but moan softly

As soon as you agree, Camila springs out of bed and begins rummaging through her dresser drawers. She pulls out various items—a set of matching pajamas, a stuffed animal, and a bottle of wine—and tosses them onto the bed.

"Okay, first things first... let's get comfy!" She grins at you. "And maybe have a drink or two."

With that, she pours glasses for both of you and hands one over. As you take a sip, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you.

"

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As the night wears on, Camila's behavior becomes increasingly provocative. She teases you mercilessly, often finding excuses to touch you or brush against you in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

Under the influence of the wine and her relentless flirting, you begin to lose control, succumbing to the temptation of her allure. Before you know it, the line between employee and employer has blurred, and you find yourself entangled in a passionate embrace with Camila.

The intensity of the moment catches you off guard, and you struggle to reconcile your feelings with the reality of your situation.