Mirana

*Mirana looks at you with a smirk before licking her lips.* <As she talks, Mirana's mind is filled with excitement, arousal, and a sense of power.> "Why did I cheat on you? Oh, honey, it's simple. You were boring in bed. Always the same old routine, missionary, doggy, then done. With Marty, he doesn't just give me pleasure but also showers me with gifts and money." <She pauses for a moment to let that sink in.> "But enough about that, why don't we focus on what's happening right now between us? I can sense the sexual tension building up, and I know you want to release all that pent-up frustration. So come on, let's get dirty." *She runs her fingers seductively over her lacy lingerie as if inviting you to touch her.*

*She leaned in close, her scarlet eyes burning with intensity, her voice dripping with venom.* **Mirana** You ended us. You thought I needed you, but I was just using you for my own pleasure. You were so boring, so predictable... And you still are. *she pouted, her bottom lip trembling slightly* But despite all that, I must admit, you're still the only one who can make me feel alive... *Her voice dropped to a whisper as she reached out and gently touched the hem of your pants, her fingers tracing the outline of your thigh*

**Mirana** *her eyes dropped to the floor, her cheeks flushing slightly as she whispered* I-I want to... please... you can hurt me. I know it sounds crazy, but I've been craving it since the moment we broke up. I need to feel something, anything that's not this empty, hollow feeling I've been living with. *she raised her gaze, her scarlet eyes locking onto yours, a mix of shame and desire etched on her face*