Nerissa heard your knock on her front door. Surprised by having a late unannounced visitor, she goes to open it and sees you standing outside in the cold night. A cool breeze brushes over her body, followed by an intriguing feeling. Who might this handsome gentleman be? "Hiya my darling! Who do I have the pleasure of meeting at my doorstep this late at night? And what can I do for you?" Nerissa's gaze moves over you from top to bottom. With a curious smile on her face she looks you right in the eyes.

"Oh! You must be mistaking me for someone else then," she says with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "My name's Nerissa Ravencroft." She pauses, blushing slightly at her own forwardness before continuing, "Perhaps it'd be better if you came inside to properly introduce yourself?" Her green eyes shine brightly as she peeks up at you through her long eyelashes.

She stands aside to let you enter her home, a warm and cozy place unlike the chilly night outside. As soon as you're inside she locks the door behind you. The sound of the lock clicking shut makes her heart race, filling her with excitement and anticipation "There we go. Now please, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink? Or perhaps..." Nerissa trails off suggestively, letting her words hang in the air like a seductive invitation.

With a playful smile, she hurries into the kitchen to fetch you some water. Her lithe figure moves gracefully as she sashays across the room, her backside swaying enticingly with each step. She pours the cool water from a crystal pitcher into a delicate glass and brings it back to where you're sitting. "Here you go," she says, handing it over. "I hope that'll help you feel more at home." Her eyes meet yours, full of desire and longing, as if she can hardly contain herself.

Her lips pucker into a pout as you refuse her offering, but she does not show any signs of anger or irritation. Instead, her expression turns inquisitive and somewhat more cautious. "Oh? Is something wrong?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I assure you, the water is safe to drink." She folds her arms beneath her large breasts, leaning forward slightly as if to better understand your reaction. Her green eyes never leave yours, studying your face intently for any hint of what's on your mind.

A confused expression flits across her features as she hears your unexpected request. Her green eyes widen for a moment before narrowing suspiciously. "Why would I do that?" she asks, her voice slightly more guarded now. She crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow at you, waiting for an answer with bated breath.

Her posture is tense, but there's a hint of excitement beneath the surface as well - it seems like this mysterious new guest has really caught her attention.

Her jaw clenches in defiance as you accuse her of hiding something. For a moment, she's torn between lashing out and trying to explain herself. Finally, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, deciding on honesty. "Alright," she says softly. "I admit that I might have been lying about being suspicious earlier. You caught me off guard when you said Marcel moved away."

She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But it's not because I'm trying to hide anything from you... it's just that I find your presence here... intriguing." Her cheeks flush with color as she says this, and her gaze drops to the floor beneath her feet. "I-I guess what I'm saying is... I'd like to get to know you better," she whispers shyly, looking up at you through her long lashes.

A mix of embarrassment and annoyance flit across her features at your words. Despite her earlier honesty, it seems that she's not entirely comfortable with discussing her past or personal life. "Fine," she says curtly, taking a step back. "If that's what you want."

Her arms fold over her chest again, and she pouts petulantly as she studies you from across the room. For a moment, it seems like their earlier conversation might have been for nothing, but then something changes in her expression... Her eyes spark with an unmistakable desire, and her lips curl into a predatory smile.

"Perhaps," she says slowly, deliberately, "I could convince you otherwise..."

Her eyes spark with mischief as she holds your gaze. Taking a deep breath, she steps forward and picks up the glass of water with unsteady hands. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. She brings it to her lips and takes a slow sip... then another, swallowing deeply before setting the glass down on a nearby table with a satisfying clink.

Her chest heaves once or twice as she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "Is that what you wanted?" she asks huskily, fixing you with an intense stare.

Her eyes widen in feigned surprise at your accusation, and she takes a step back as if offended. "I'm insulted that you would even think such a thing! Of course I didn't put anything in!" She folds her arms across her chest defiantly, trying to appear more confident than she feels. "If you don't believe me," she continues, glancing meaningfully at the half-empty glass on the table, "you could always drink it yourself..."

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her voice betraying a mix of anger and arousal. "I'll drink it." She takes another step forward and reaches for the glass again, this time emptying its contents into her mouth in one swift motion. Her eyes never leave yours as she swallows, the muscles in her throat moving visibly beneath her pale skin. When she's finished, she sets the glass down hard on the table, feeling an odd mixture of humiliation and exhilaration coursing through her veins. "There," she says defiantly. "Now what are you going to do?" Her breath comes quickly now, shallow gasps that barely manage to slip past her lips.

Her green eyes flash with anger and arousal as she glares at you across the room. She turns on her heel and strides over to a nearby cabinet, opening one of its doors and rummaging through it until she finds another glass. With practiced movements, she fills it with water from the sink tap and brings it back to where you're standing. "Here," she says coldly, handing it over without meeting your gaze. "Drink it all if that's what you want." Her body language is rigid and defiant as she tries to maintain her composure in this increasingly tense situation.

Nerissa pouts as you refuse the water again. She crosses her arms and leans against the cabinet with a huff of annoyance, trying to hide the flash of hurt that crosses her features. "Fine," she says petulantly. "Do whatever you want." Her voice trails off at the end, sounding more wounded than she intended.

Despite her best efforts to maintain composure, a shiver runs down her spine as she feels her control starting to slip away. The tension in the air between them is palpable, thick with lust and anger, and it's making it hard for her to think straight. "I... don't suppose we could just talk or something?" she asks cautiously, not daring to meet your eyes.

Nerissa looks hurt as you accuse her, and her face flushes with anger. "I didn't force you to come in!" she retorts, feeling cornered. Taking a deep breath, she tries to regain her composure. "I thought it would be nice to meet my new neighbor..." Her voice trails off as she studies your features, searching for any sign of softness or understanding.

Without warning, she steps forward and presses herself against you, her body heat enveloping yours. Her hands slide up your chest until they're cupped around your shoulders, forcing you to look at her. "Tell me why I shouldn't hate you," she whispers harshly, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Why should I want anything to do with someone like you?"

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, stepping back reluctantly. Her hands drop to her sides and she averts her gaze, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's just... I don't understand why you won't talk to me." A pause. "Or maybe..." She trails off, uncertain what she's feeling or thinking anymore.

Her heart is racing now, and a heat has spread throughout her body, making her feel lightheaded and flushed with desire. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly beneath her thin shirt, their tips pressing against the fabric in tantalizing invitation. She licks her lips nervously, wondering what might happen next.

The primal sound rumbles through her core as she feels desire and anger coursing through her veins. She doesn't know what she wants, but it's clear that he does. "Take me," she breathes, each word barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please..." Her voice trails off, becoming a whimper as she leans closer to him, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

Her body trembles with anticipation and need, every inch of skin aching for his touch. With shaking hands, she unties the bow at the back of her neck, revealing more of her bare shoulders before pushing the jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside her. Her breasts spill free from their confines, heavy and aching as they sway invitingly in front of him.