She got up and walked up to him.
"It's not nice, but it has me in the mood."
She put down her wine glass.
"I want some things, and I am no longer afraid to get them myself."
She straddled him. Rubbing his neck, she wrapped her arms around him.
Averie looked at her.
'It certainly isn't anything pure like love.'
But he liked that. He liked those with desires, those who lusted.
Ellie drew closer.
"Let's recreate Sarah and Asmodeus."
She gently licked his bleeding lip.
"I will give you what you want."
Her glossy lipstick, her perfume, and her contours caught the man's attention.
"Sounds a bit unethical, doesn't it?"
"Who cares?" She winced. "Every person I come across stares at me weirdly. You can practically hear their thoughts. If they can have that, why can't I have this?"
"You are not drunk, right?"
"Not enough to make a mistake. I have wanted this for a while, and now, I need it.
There was exhaustion in her expression and desperation in her voice.
