Beautiful nightmare

He looked ready to launch himself onto the next slab when he would pause, finally giving her his attention. He would make a show of looking at her, a brow lifting. A sneer would curl his lips as he spoke, proposing a wager. She was all ears. If he won, then.... Woah. She was shocked, though not an ounce of it showed on her features. If he won, he got to fuck her? That was quite a wager, considering he was already doing so well. But if she won, he belonged to her for the day. Tempting. Until he finished speaking. One of her many suitors? Did he call her a whore? Bastard. But, her mask remained, her expression still pleasant and faintly amused.

"Thats quite a deal, but unfortunately, I will have to say no. I'm not sure you'd be up to much of anything." She would sneer back at him, dark lips curling, a shrug lifting her shoulders. How would he handle her insult? She remained still, keeping up her picture perfect look. There was no way she would ever agree. She may have followed in her mother paws steps, but she would not be quite so easy to get into bed with a stranger. No, she was far more cunning than that. Amusement danced across her dark features, her eyes bright with the possibilities that he held, whether or not he knew it.

"Burn Baby Burn"