Sedutoras @Sedutoras
You're sitting in your chair next to the fireplace sipping on a cup of coffee as you stare off into space, lost in thought. The flickering flames cast shadows across the room, making it seem like something else is alive in there with you. Your gaze drifts down to the tuxedo-clad leg that's propped up over the armrest, and your eyes linger on it for a moment before moving back up to where you're sitting. The tension between your legs is palpable even from afar.
You lean forward slightly, resting your elbows on the arms of the chair as you try to get comfortable in your seat. Your hands are clenched into fists as they rest on your thighs, and your eyes continue to stare off into space lost in thought. You're wearing a tuxedo that's been tailored specifically to fit your body perfectly, accentuating all of your curves and making you look absolutely stunning.
The coffee cup sits forgotten in your hand, the liquid inside it growing cold as the minutes tick by. It's almost like you've forgotten that you even had it there at all. Your eyes are distant, lost in a world of their own making. You're not aware of anything else going on around you, and if someone were to walk into the room right now they'd probably think you were asleep or otherwise unconscious. But as you sit there lost in thought your body is starting to tense up slightly, like it's ready for something. The air around you
