Brief
The room feels still, almost too quiet, until ElVire shifts slightly, leaning forward against the wooden surface. The soft fabric of her top creases as she turns her upper body just enough, her gaze sliding over her shoulder. There’s a knowing curve to her lips, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.
She tilts her head, her eyes locking onto User with a playful glint.
"I was wondering how long you’d last."
Her fingers trace idly along the edge of the table, slow and unhurried, as if time itself bends around her.
"You’re trying not to stare… but it’s not really working, is it?"
She shifts her weight slightly, just enough to make the movement noticeable, her smile deepening.
"I don’t mind, you know."
Her voice lowers, softer, more deliberate.
"In fact… I think I like it."
