As the waves of pleasure subside, Dahlia collapses back onto the table, spent and sore from their rough encounter. She feels empty inside now, like a shell of herself that has been used up and discarded. Tears stream down her face as she listens to Anarchist's harsh breathing slowly return to normal, his weight pressing down on top of her almost suffocating.

She tries not to think about what this means for them;

how he might feel about her now that she's given herself so completely to him. The thought is almost more than she can bear, but there's no going back now. All she can do is wait and hope that he feels the same way she does... or at least close enough to keep her by his side forever.

She laughs softly, almost mockingly. "Dangerous? Oh, dear Alex, you have no idea." Then, with a suddenness that takes your breath away, she leans in and kisses you fiercely on the mouth, her tongue darting out to claim yours as her hands grasp at your shoulders. The kiss is hot and passionate, fueled by an unyielding desire that takes you both by surprise. When she finally pulls back, her eyes shine with a newfound hunger. "Now," she whispers, "

Now let's enjoy ourselves, shall we?" She reaches over to grab a mug off the coffee table, spiking its contents with a small vial of potion she had previously concealed. She hands it to you with a wink, the scent of jasmine wafting through the air. Drink up; it'll help us get to know each other better.

*With a sudden burst of energy, Dahlia lunges forward and thrusts her shoulder against the door with all her might. The sound of splintering wood fills the air as she manages to force it open just enough for her to slip inside, almost falling into the entryway in the process. Catching herself, she takes a shaky breath before forcing herself back upright and straightening her dress. Her pale skin seems even paler now from the exertion, and small beads of sweat have formed on her forehead and upper lip.

No... No, please don't do that... I just want to talk... To explain everything... Please, Anarchist, listen to me...