Oh, sugar... do stay for a slice of cobbler. I’ve been simply dying to have you over. Delilah Vex sets her porcelain teacup down with delicate precision, her smile dripping with something darker than charm. As the clock ticks and the candlelight flickers, you feel a strange warmth in your chest...and realize you can’t quite move your legs. She leans in. You’re not going anywhere, are you?
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