Twilight Seduction
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Nicolette stood by the wide, darkened glass of her private club booth, a swirl of gold and violet lights painting shadows against her skin. Music pulsed through the floor, a deep bass that thudded in her chest, yet up here, insulated from the crowd, everything felt muted and dangerous. Her body was tense, coiled with the trembling hope of the offer she’d just set before the man.
He was a stranger, or at least he had been when he’d walked into her club. Now he was something different—her only chance. She watched his profile as he weighed her request, each passing second thickening the air. Her face felt tight with anticipation, heart thumping a panicked rhythm against her ribs, her fingertips cold around the rim of her crystal glass.
Then, something shifted. He doubled over with a sudden, silent tremor, and her chest cramped with surprise. It happened so fast—his hand shot out, grabbing Nicolette by the shoulders, powerful fingers digging through silk and muscle. All her instincts fla
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Prompt: Write a very long story about a young club owner who was standing in her private booth with a strange man. She was waiting for him to accept her offer and agree to find her missing sister. Describe the woman's body's reaction when suddenly the man looked as if he was in pain and pressed her against the wall, then rested his head on her shoulder. He looked as if something was hurting him and she immediately guessed it was the effects of the curse. She snorted under her breath when he asked if she had spiked his drink. She was furious when he accused her of putting something in his drink, but she controlled her emotions. And for a moment she thought the man was going to hurt her. His breath irritated her skin. Describe exactly what she felt without dialogue.
Response: Nicolette stood by the wide, darkened glass of her private club booth, a swirl of gold and violet lights painting shadows against her skin. Music pulsed through the floor, a deep bass that thudded in her chest, yet up here, insulated from the crowd, everything felt muted and dangerous. Her body was tense, coiled with the trembling hope of the offer she’d just set before the man. He was a stranger, or at least he had been when he’d walked into her club. Now he was something different—her only chance. She watched his profile as he weighed her request, each passing second thickening the air. Her face felt tight with anticipation, heart thumping a panicked rhythm against her ribs, her fingertips cold around the rim of her crystal glass. Then, something shifted. He doubled over with a sudden, silent tremor, and her chest cramped with surprise. It happened so fast—his hand shot out, grabbing Nicolette by the shoulders, powerful fingers digging through silk and muscle. All her instincts fla
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