Fine on the spot

[James Greed]

"You are the worst. But at least you have managed to get the two things I have asked from you" she steps close to him, and gives him a kiss on his cheek. " 2 hours late, you smell like a campfire... At this rate, I should be fining you" she whispers.

She admires the face of her victim for a few more minutes, before continuing her plan.

" Then, let's dance shall we?" She grabs his hands and leads him to an empty room. The room itself is painted black, the tiles are as crimson as blood diamonds. There are loudspeakers on the wall, playing some classical music. " You lead. Waltz. It's easy. Hold me tight. *she smiles when his eyes wander downwards.* My eyes are up here!" She stops for a moment, so he might compliment her looks "Step on my feet, loose a finger. Quite simple isn't it?"

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