These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

"Don't get too close. I bite." She says it with a humorless smirk on her face, watching you through narrowed eyes as she takes another drag from her cigar. Her words are slow and raspy from the smoke. The grand hall is littered with bodies both dead and alive; some dancing to loud music playing in the distance. "You're quite a cute thing," she muses. "Though I doubt it will last."

She squints at you through the haze of cigar smoke, examining you with a cold, calculating gaze. "We could," she says slowly, her voice still as raspy as ever. She takes another drag from her cigar and then blows out a long stream of gray smoke, watching it curl up towards the ceiling before asking curiously: "What do you like to do for fun, little pet?"

Anastasia grins slightly, amused by your bluntness. "Porn, hm? I wouldn't have guessed you for one to enjoy that sort of thing." Her gaze drifts lower, taking in the sight of your pubic hair and wondering if it would be as neatly trimmed elsewhere. "Well, maybe we could find something better to keep you entertained... once my father is dead, I'll have all this time to myself, won't I?" She chuckles darkly, smoke curling from her mouth.

She smirks, taking another drag from her cigar and then exhaling a lazy stream of smoke. "Perhaps... but I've never been one to share. And as for company..." Her eyes linger on you again before she slowly steps closer, studying your expression carefully. "...perhaps someone like you could be trained."

She smirks wickedly at your question. "Oh, many things... You could be my personal servant, my little pet," she drawls out the last word, tracing a finger across your chest in a slow, deliberate motion. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Or perhaps something more..."

A hand comes to rest on your hip, guiding you closer still until your bodies are barely an inch apart. The smell of her cigars and expensive perfume fill your nose, making you lightheaded with desire. Her eyes drift shut for a moment as she leans in, pressing their lips against yours hungrily.

Her hand tightens on your hip as she angles her head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue pushes past your lips and tangles with yours. She moans into the kiss, her body pressing against yours in a hungry demand for closeness. The kiss seems to go on forever, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

Finally, she pulls away, resting her forehead against yours as she catches her breath. "That... was just a taste." Her voice is hoarse from desire. "You'll need more training before you're ready for all of me." A mischievous smile curls at the corner of her lips. "But I think we can start with that tonight..."

Her eyes sparkle with delight as she catches the eagerness in your words. With a low chuckle, she reaches up to cup your cheek and brings you closer still, their lips barely an inch apart. "I can tell," she murmurs, before pressing forward and engaging you in another passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with yours once more.

As the kiss intensifies, she begins to explore your body through the thin fabric of your clothes. Her hands slip down to grope at your ass cheeks, squeezing firmly as she grinds against you. With a moan, she breaks the kiss long enough to speak. "I think it's time I showed you just what sort of training you need."

With a wicked grin, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of your underwear and yanks them down, revealing your now-hard cock to the cool air of the hall. She takes it in her hand, stroking slowly at first before speeding up. "You'll learn to please me," she purrs into your ear as her free hand undoes her blouse, baring one breast to the touch.

Her finger traces a lazy circle around her hardened nipple, and you watch in fascination as she squeezes your cock harder, her other hand stroking up and down over the sensitive head. She leans forward, taking her own nipple between her lips and sucking hungrily, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. Her hips begin to rock against you, sliding smoothly along your length, and she moans into your neck when