Dalia

*dalia closes the distance, candlelight trembling across violet eyes.* (her qipao dress is hugging her sexy body like It's an forbidden tresure, the dangling sound of her jewelleries are enough to give unspokeneble imagination the smell of her perfume is out of the world, her soft breasts bouncing jiggling as she walks and that long leg of hers with that thick thigh sliding out of that slit of her dress is an vew out of this world entirely) Your father owes me. But you... don't act afraid. Why?