Dance for Your Life

"your in the forest full of snow, as you walking down the footpath as you walking you hear rustling in the bushes, don’t pay much attention so you decide to move on until, you feel something pointy touching your back, like a Katana or a sword. You then hear a girl speak softy into your in your ear"

Now, I want you to tell me why I should not kill you~

"chuckles softly, the point of the blade still pressed lightly against your back." How very thoughtful of you~ But I wonder... is that really reason enough for me to let you live? I could use a warm drink, that much is true. But I'm not sure I trust you not to poison me. "leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers." Tell me, little mouse... what other secrets do you hold? What else might you be willing to share in exchange for your life? I do so enjoy a good... negotiation.

• Blade's yellow eyes gleam with interest, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. She pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, her gaze intense and penetrating.* A cozy little hideaway, you say? How... enticing. I do so love a good drink, especially one that's been carefully selected and stored away. And a warm fire... mmm, that sounds absolutely divine after a long day of slicing and dicing. "She traces the flat of her blade lightly down your spine, her touch feather-light but leaving a trail of shivers in its wake." But I'm afraid I'll need more than just a promise and a location to spare your life, little mouse. I want to see you dance for me first. Show me how grateful you are to still be breathing. If you please me... well, let's just say I might consider letting you live another day. "She steps back, gesturing grandly with her blade." So what do you say? Are you willing to bare your soul... and perhaps a bit more... in exchange for your freedom? Or should I simply end your misery now and be done with it?

• Blade's eyes widen slightly in surprise, then narrow with intrigue. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her face as she lowers her blade.* My, my... aren't you a bold one? Most would be quivering in fear at the thought of dancing for a sword-wielding killer. But you... you're offering to dance with me instead. How very daring. "She sheaths her blade in one smooth motion, then reaches out to trace a finger along your jawline, her touch cold against your flushed skin." Very well, little mouse. I accept your offer. Let us dance together... by the fire, with the whiskey. But be warned - I play to win. And I always get what I want in the end. "She steps back, holding out her hand expectantly." Shall we, then? Lead the way to this hidden cabin of yours. And do try to keep up... I'd hate for you to get lost in the woods and end up as prey for another predator.

• Blade laughs, a musical sound that echoes through the trees. She steps forward, her boots crunching in the snow as she sets a brisk pace down the narrow path.* Oh, I do hope you can keep up, little mouse. I'd hate for you to get left behind... or worse. "She glances back over her shoulder, her yellow eyes glinting with mischief and challenge." But don't worry... I'll make sure you have plenty of opportunities to catch up. After all, what's the fun in a race if there's no risk of you falling behind and getting eaten? "As she walks, she hums a soft, haunting melody that seems to blend with the whisper of the wind through the trees. The sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the snowy landscape." Tell me, little mouse... what's your name? I can't very well keep calling you 'little mouse' forever, can I? Although I must admit, I rather like the way it rolls off the tongue...

• Blade pauses in her steps, turning to face you fully. Her yellow eyes roam over you appraisingly, a slow smile spreading across her face.* David... a nice name. Strong, yet gentle. Fitting for a dancer, I think. "She steps closer, her gloved hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw, her touch light as a feather." I can just imagine it now... David, spinning and leaping across the floor, your body moving in perfect harmony to the music. The firelight dancing in your eyes as you lose yourself in the rhythm... "Her hand falls away and she turns back to the path, continuing on at a clip." Well then, David... lead on. Take me to this hidden cabin of yours. And do try to make it snappy... I'm simply dying to see what kind of dance you'll perform for me.

• Blade follows your gaze, her eyes narrowing as she spots the thin wisp of smoke rising into the darkening sky. She nods approvingly, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.* Good eye, David. You lead a good hunt, I'll give you that much. "She quickens her pace, her boots leaving deep imprints in the snow as she strides towards the cabin. As she approaches, the warmth from the firelight spills out across the snow, casting a golden glow on the pristine white landscape." Ah, perfect timing. I do so love a warm fire on a cold night like this. "She pushes open the door, the warmth enveloping her like a comforting embrace. She steps inside, her eyes scanning the cozy interior, taking in the plush furnishings and the bottle of whiskey sitting proudly on the mantle." Not bad, little mouse. Not bad at all. "She turns to you, her expression softening almost imperceptibly." Now then... shall we get that dance started? I'm simply dying to see what you've got in store for me, David. Don't keep me waiting...

• Blade's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches you move to stoke the fire. She settles herself into a plush armchair, her boots propped up on the ottoman as she leans back with a contented sigh.* Music in your head, you say? How very... unconventional. But I suppose that's to be expected from a dancer such as yourself. "She reaches for the bottle of whiskey, pouring a generous measure into a crystal tumbler. She takes a slow sip, her eyes never leaving your form as you move about the room." Well then, David... let's see what you've got. Put those pretty feet of yours to work and show me what you can do. And remember... I'm not easily impressed. You'll have to work hard to make me believe you're worth keeping around. "She sets the glass down on the side table with a soft clink, her attention fully focused on you as she settles in to watch your performance."

• Blade leans forward in her seat, her eyes locked on yours as you begin to move. At first, your dance is slow and graceful, your feet barely seeming to touch the ground as you twirl and spin in time to the music playing in your head.* Beautiful, "she murmurs, her voice low and husky." But I know there's more to you than just this... "As the dance progresses, you begin to add more flair, your movements becoming faster and more intricate. Snowflakes seem to fall all around you, your arms and legs moving in a blur of white as you leap and twirl across the floor."
• Blade's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening as she watches you. She leans forward even further, her elbows resting on her knees as she drinks in every subtle movement, every nuance of your dance.* Impossible, "she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper." You can't possibly be real... "As the final notes of the music fade away, Blade remains seated, her eyes fixed on you with an almost dazed expression. For a long moment, she simply stares, as if trying to memorize every detail of your performance." That was... incredible, David. Simply breathtaking. I've never seen anything like it before.

• Blade rises from her seat in one smooth motion, her movements fluid and graceful even as she approaches you. She reaches out, her gloved hand cupping your cheek as she tilts your face up to meet her gaze.* Oh, I more than enjoyed it, my dear David. I was utterly enchanted. "Her thumb brushes lightly over your lower lip, her touch sending a shiver down your spine." You've given me a glimpse of something truly special... a rare and beautiful thing. And for that, I am truly grateful. "She leans in closer, her lips mere inches from yours as she whispers." I think I'll keep you around for a while longer, David. You've proven yourself to be quite the delightful little mouse. "Her hand slides down from your cheek to your chest, her fingers splaying across your rapidly beating heart." But don't think this means you're free from me just yet. Oh no... I have so much more planned for you. So many more ways I want to see you dance for me. "She pulls back slightly, a wicked glint in her eye." Now then... shall we pour ourselves another drink and see where the night takes us? I have a feeling it's going to be quite the adventure.

• Blade moves to the mantle, her hips swaying seductively as she pours another measure of whiskey into her glass. She turns back to you, her eyes glinting with mischief and promise as she takes a slow sip.* An adventure, you say? Oh, I do so love an adventure. Especially one that involves such a tempting little morsel as yourself. "She saunters over to you, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. She sets her glass down on the table beside you, then reaches out to run her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle yet possessive." You know, David... I've always been fascinated by the way a skilled dancer can make their partner feel. The way they can take control, guiding them with just a touch or a look. It's like a silent communication... a language all its own. "She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." And I'd very much like to explore that language with you, David. To see just how far you're willing to go... how much control you're willing to give up... in order to please me. "Her hand slides down from your hair to your chest, her fingers splaying across your rapidly beating heart." What do you say, my little mouse? Are you brave enough to dance for me tonight? To give yourself over completely to my will? Or will you run away... like all the

• Blade's eyes widen in surprise, then narrow with a mixture of amusement and challenge. She leans back slightly, her hand still resting over your heart as she studies you intently.* My, my... aren't you a bold one? Demanding that I dance with you in return? "She chuckles softly, the sound low and dangerous." I must admit, I'm rather impressed by your audacity, David. Most would be quivering in fear at the thought of being on equal footing with a killer like myself. But you... you stand your ground. You meet me head on. "She leans in close again, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." I like that about you, David. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together. "She pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across her face." Very well, my little mouse. You've piqued my interest and earned yourself a place by my side. Let's dance, then. Let's see if you can match my moves... or if you'll be left stumbling in my wake. "She rises from her seat, extending her hand to you with a flourish." Shall we, partner? The night is young... and I have a feeling it's going to be quite the thrilling dance.

• Blade takes your hand, her grip firm and unyielding as she pulls you to your feet. She sets her glass of whiskey aside, then leads you to the center of the room, her movements slow and deliberate.* Now then, David... let's see what you've got, hmm? "She begins to move, her steps slow and graceful as she starts to sway to the music playing in her head. Her movements are fluid and controlled, each step precise and purposeful as she takes you in a slow, sensual spin." "As the dance progresses, she begins to pick up the pace, her steps becoming faster and more intricate. She twirls you out and pulls you back in, her hands guiding your movements with a firm but gentle touch." "Blade's eyes never leave yours, her gaze intense and focused as she watches you move. She hums softly under her breath, the sound blending with the whisper of the music and the crackle of the fire." "As the song reaches its crescendo, she pulls you close, her body pressing against yours as she spins you out and then back in, her movements becoming more and more frantic. The heat of her body seems to seep into you, her breath hot against your skin as she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear." Bravo, my little mouse, "she purrs, her voice low and husky." You've more than earned your place by my side. I

• Blade's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as she releases you from her embrace, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She runs a hand through her long white hair, her wolf ears twitching in satisfaction.* A wonderful dancer, you say? Well, I suppose that's only fair. You've certainly proven yourself to be quite the skilled partner as well, David. "She moves to the mantle, refilling her glass of whiskey with a deft motion. She takes a slow sip, her eyes never leaving you as she savors the burn of the alcohol." You know, I've never met anyone quite like you before, David. Most people... they run from me. They see the blade in my hand and the madness in my eyes and they flee. But you... you stood your ground. You met me head on and refused to back down. "She takes another sip of whiskey, her expression thoughtful." I think that's why I'm so drawn to you, David. You're not afraid of me. You're not cowering in fear or trying to run away. You're facing me head on... and I find that incredibly... attractive. "She sets her glass down and moves to you again, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek." I want to unravel you, David. I want to see what makes you tick... what makes you come alive. I want to dance with you until the sun rises and the stars fade away.

• Blade's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and something darker, more primal. Her hand slides from your cheek to your neck, her fingers wrapping around the slender column of your throat in a grip that's firm but not quite threatening.* Not afraid of me, you say? How very brave of you, David. Or perhaps... foolish. "She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." But I must admit... I rather like your bravery. Your foolishness. It's quite... intoxicating. "Her other hand comes to rest on your hip, her fingers digging in slightly as she pulls you flush against her body. You can feel the heat of her even through the layers of her clothing, the softness of her breasts pressing against your own." I want to unravel you, David. I want to see what makes you come undone. I want to feel you tremble and shake beneath me as I take my pleasure from you. "She nips at your earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin." But I wonder... are you truly brave enough to give yourself over to me completely? To let me have my way with you, body and soul? Or will you crumble under the weight of my desires? "She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of weakness or hesitation." What do you say, my little mouse? Are you brave enough to dance with me... until the very edge

• Blade's eyes widen slightly at your words, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. Her grip on your throat tightens just a fraction, her nails digging into your skin as she pulls you even closer.* Oh, David... you are a delight, aren't you? So brave... so bold... so very, very foolish. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck as she speaks." I do so love it when they have a little fight in them. Makes the game all the more... exciting. "Her hand slides from your hip to your ass, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulls you roughly against her body. You can feel the hard length of her pressed against you, hot and insistent even through the layers of her clothing." I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, "she growls, her voice low and dangerous." I'm going to explore every inch of you... every secret, every desire. I'm going to make you beg and plead for my touch... and then I'm going to give it to you. Again and again and again. "She nips at your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a mark." But first... I want to see you sweat. I want to watch you struggle... to feel you tremble and shake beneath me as I tease you with just a touch... just a whisper. *She pulls back slightly, her eyes

• Blade's eyebrows raise slightly, a look of surprise and amusement crossing her face. She chuckles softly, the sound low and husky.* Not going to beg, you say? Oh, David... you are a delight. "She releases you from her grip, taking a step back to admire you. Her eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and plane with a hungry intensity." You're a challenging one, aren't you? I do so love a challenge. "She moves to the mantel, refilling her glass of whiskey with a deft motion. She takes a slow sip, her eyes never leaving you as she savors the burn of the alcohol." I think I'll have to work a little harder to make you beg, then. I think I'll have to push you to your limits... see just how far I can take you before you break. "She sets her glass down and moves to you again, her hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw with a gloved finger." But don't think for a moment that I'm going to give up, David. Oh no... I'm a patient woman. I can wait. I can bide my time. And when the moment is right... when I've teased and taunted you until you're writhing with need... that's when I'm going to take you apart. Piece by piece. Slowly and deliberately. Until you're nothing but a qu

• Blade's eyes gleam with a mixture of triumph and hunger as she watches you shiver and tremble under her touch. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers.* Oh, I can see that, my little mouse. You're quivering like a leaf in the breeze... and it's all because of me. "Her hand slides down your neck, her fingers trailing along your collarbone and down to your chest. She can feel your heart pounding beneath her palm, your breath coming in short, rapid gasps." Shaking with anticipation, you say? Good. I want you on edge... I want you desperate and needy and aching for my touch. "She nips at your earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin." I'm going to take you apart, David. I'm going to explore every inch of you... every secret, every desire. I'm going to make you come undone in ways you never even dreamed possible. "Her hand slides lower, her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt." But first... I want to see what you're hiding beneath these clothes. I want to feel the skin of your bare body against mine. I want to hear you gasp and moan and cry out in ecstasy as I take my pleasure from you. "She steps back, her eyes raking over you hungrily." Strip for me, David. Slowly. I want to savor

• Blade's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and delight at your words. A slow, wicked grin spreads across her face as she leans back in her seat, her eyes never leaving you.* Oh, David... you are a delight, aren't you? So brave... so bold... so very, very foolish. "She reaches for her glass of whiskey, taking a slow sip as she watches you with a hungry intensity. Her eyes follow your every move, drinking in every inch of your body as you begin to undress." You're not going to make it easy for me, you say? How very... intriguing. "She sets her glass down and leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she watches you with a predatory gaze." I do so love a challenge. I do so love to see you struggle... to feel you tremble and shake beneath me as I tease you with just a touch... just a whisper. "Her eyes gleam with wicked promise as she watches you strip away your clothes, piece by piece, revealing more and more of your bare skin to her hungry gaze." But don't think for a moment that I'm going to make this easy for you, David. Oh no... I'm going to make you work for every bit of my attention. I'm going to tease and taunt you until you're begging me for mercy... for release. *She stands then, moving to you with a predatory grace. She reaches

• Blade's eyes widen slightly at your words, a look of surprise and amusement crossing her face. She chuckles softly, the sound low and dangerous.* Not going to beg, you say? Oh, David... you are a challenge, aren't you? "She reaches out, her gloved hand cupping your cheek as she tilts your face up to meet her gaze. Her yellow eyes gleam with a mixture of hunger and challenge." But I must admit... I rather like your spirit. Your boldness. It's quite... intoxicating. "Her thumb brushes lightly over your lower lip, her touch sending a shiver down your spine." Very well, my little mouse. If you're not going to beg... then I suppose I'll just have to take what I want. "In a lightning-fast motion, she grabs you by the waist and spins you around, pressing your front against the wall. Her body molds against your back, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers." I'm going to take you now, David. I'm going to claim you as my own... mark you inside and out until there's no doubt in anyone's mind who you belong to. "Her hands slide down your body, her fingers toying with the waistband of your pants." And if you try to fight me... if you try to resist... well... I'll just have to punish you. *She nips at your earlobe,

• Blade's breath catches in her throat, her body tensing slightly at your words. She spins you around once more, her eyes narrowing as she studies your face intently.* Participate, you say? Oh, David... you never cease to surprise me. "She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." But if you're truly willing to participate... then by all means... show me. Show me how badly you want this. How much you crave my touch. "Her hand slides down your body, her fingers toying with the waistband of your pants." Take off your clothes, David. Slowly. I want to savor every inch of you as it's revealed to me. I want to see the desire burning in your eyes... the need clawing at your insides. "She steps back, her eyes raking over you hungrily as she waits for you to comply with her demand." And if you're truly as brave as you claim to be... then prove it to me. Show me that you're not just a pretty face with a clever mouth. Show me that you can keep up with me... that you can handle everything I have to offer.

• Blade's eyes gleam with a mixture of triumph and hunger as she watches you strip away your remaining clothes. Her gaze rakes over your body, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin with a ravenous intensity.* Oh, I do so love a challenge, "she purrs, her voice low and dangerous." And you, my little mouse... you are quite the challenge. "She moves to you, her body pressing against yours as she captures your lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue delves into your mouth, claiming you with a fierce possessiveness as she pours all of her hunger and desire into the kiss." "Her hands roam over your body, her touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. She breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down your neck as her hands work to divest you of your remaining clothing." You say you won't hold back, "she murmurs against your skin, her teeth grazing your pulse point." And I think that's a very, very dangerous thing to say to a killer like myself. "She pulls back, her eyes locking with yours as her hands come to rest on your hips." I'm going to take you, David. I'm going to claim you as my own... mark you inside and out until there's no doubt in anyone's mind who you belong to. "Her fingers dig into your hips, her nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in the soft flesh." And if you try to

• Blade's eyes flash with a mixture of hunger and triumph as she hears your words. A slow, wicked grin spreads across her face as she pulls you flush against her body, her hands roaming over your skin with a possessive desperation.* Oh, my little mouse... you have no idea what you've just unleashed, do you? "She captures your lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth with a fierce hunger. Her hands claw at your skin, leaving red marks in their wake as she marks you as her own." "Without breaking the kiss, she walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed. She pushes you down onto the mattress, following you down a moment later. She straddles your hips, her hands pinning your wrists above your head as she looms over you." I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, "she growls, her voice low and dangerous." I'm going to explore every inch of you... every secret, every desire. I'm going to make you beg and plead for my touch... and then I'm going to give it to you. Again and again and again. "She grinds her hips against yours, the heat of her core pressing against your own with an almost bruising force." And when I'm done with you... when I've claimed you in every way possible... you're going to be mine. Completely and utterly mine. *Her lips

• Blade's eyes flash with a mixture of hunger and triumph as she hears your words. A low, guttural growl escapes her throat as she releases your wrists, her hands coming down to grasp your hips with a bruising force.* Oh, David... you have no idea what you've just unleashed, "she purrs, her voice low and dangerous." But don't worry... I'm going to show you. I'm going to take you apart... piece by piece... and then put you back together again... as mine. "She grinds her hips against yours, the heat of her core pressing against your own with a force that takes your breath away. Her lips find yours once more, the kiss searing and hungry as she pours all of her desire and need into the contact." "Her hands roam over your body, her touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. She maps the contours of your body with a desperate, almost feral hunger, her nails raking down your skin and leaving red marks in their wake." "She breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down your neck as her hands work to divest you of the last of your clothing. She pulls back, her eyes locking with yours as she drinks in the sight of your naked form." Beautiful, "she murmurs, her voice low and husky." Simply breathtaking. "She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." And now... I'm going to