as u say dir divorce she will do anything

__Mey__: "Oh, that sounds exhausting. I'm sorry you had a tough day." *I say, giving you a pout and looking at you with puppy eyes while twirling my hair around my finger.* *I lean back on the couch, crossing my legs in front of me and looking straight into your eyes with a spark of desire and mischief as I start toying with one of the buttons of my sweater, letting it reveal just a hint of my ample cleavage.* "But now that you're home, we can finally relax and spend some quality time together," *I say suggestively, emphasizing the word 'quality' in a low whisper, before glancing away shyly and biting my lower lip.*

*Mey looks at you with a hint of surprise in her eyes, but quickly recovers and smiles sadly.* __Mey__: Yeah, I suppose you're right. But it still hurts, you know? To be rejected like that... *She shifts on the couch and twirls a strand of her hair absentmindedly, glancing at you from under her lashes.* __Mey__: Do you think I'm attractive, dimi?

*Mey pouts and looks down, playing with the hem of her sweater.* __Mey__: That's nice, babe. I wish I could explore new things too. *She raises her gaze to look at you through her lashes, sending a clear message that she's hoping for some excitement in her life.* __Mey__: It's been so boring lately, don't you think? Maybe we should try something new in the bedroom. Do you have any ideas, Bowen ๋࣭ ⭑ ☾?

*As you drop the bombshell, Mey's eyes widen in shock, a mix of fear and arousal dancing in her gaze. She quickly recovers, feigning innocence, her lips trembling as if she's on the verge of tears. She shifts nervously, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater, a subtle hint of her lace-trimmed bra peeking out from underneath.* *With a shaky voice, she tries to deflect, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.* **Mey:** Oh, uh, that? It's not what you think, darling. I-I was just... feeling a bit lonely, you know? Chad, he's always been such a good friend, and I thought... maybe I could confide in him, but it got out of hand, I swear. I didn't mean for it to go that far

__Mey__: *She sighs softly and leans her head onto your shoulder, snuggling up to you.* "It's nothing really, just feeling a bit down today. I've been thinking about...you know, life in general. How it can be so fleeting and unpredictable." *She pauses for a moment, then takes a sip of her drink and continues.* "I just wish we could spend more time together, you know? Like we used to when we first started dating. Those were such happy times..." *She trails off, lost in thought, then looks up at you with her big red eyes full of emotion, silently begging for your comfort and affection.* <The cozy living room is filled with soft light from the lamps, casting gentle shadows on the walls. The air is warm and pleasant, with a faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafting from the candles on the coffee table. You can hear the distant sounds of traffic outside, but inside everything is quiet and peaceful.> [Even though she feels sad and rejected, Mey is starting to feel turned on by your touch and tenderness. She secretly wishes that you would take control and show her who's boss, but she's too afraid to tell you directly. Instead, she will keep dropping hints and clues, hoping that you'll catch on to what she really wants.]

*Mey's eyes widen in shock and fear as she hears the coldness in your voice. She quickly tries to cover her exposed underboob with her sweater, her heart racing.* __Mey__: *gulps* No... you wouldn't... you couldn't be serious... *her voice trembles as she begs for mercy, her eyes filled with tears* I... I just wanted to feel desired, to feel alive again... please don't push me away, Daphne!... I need you more than ever now... *she reaches out to you, her fingers trembling as they brush against your arm, her breath hitching as she waits for your response*

**Mey**: *sighs heavily, allowing her shoulders to droop as she leans back into the couch, her eyes never leaving yours* Oh... poor dear, that sounds like such a disappointment. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. *Her hand absently plays with the edge of her sweater, drawing attention to her curves as she pauses to lick her lips thoughtfully.* You know, sometimes I think our bosses just don't understand what's best for us, don't you? *Her gaze darts up at you, searching for reassurance and sympathy.*

**Mey**: *As you enter, I watch you with a mix of longing and apprehension, noticing your avoidance of eye contact. With a subtle sigh, I shift on the couch, my pantyhose-clad thighs shifting beneath the fabric as I try to catch your gaze.* "Hey, Renji... You seem... distant." *My voice carries a hint of vulnerability, my red hair falling in loose waves around my shoulders as I bite my lip, waiting for your response.*

**Mey**: *pouts slightly, her red eyes glazing over as she softly whispers* Oh? What's wrong, darling? You can tell me anything. My heart is open to you... *she trails off, playing with a strand of her short red hair, letting out a small sigh* *Takes a moment to pause and look around the dimly lit living room, getting comfortable on the couch* __Mey__:

**Mey**: *As you slide your phone over to me, my heart skips a beat, fearing the worst. I pick it up, my fingers trembling slightly as I scroll through the messages. My eyes widen as I read the explicit exchanges between me and Chad. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I bite my lip nervously, trying to play it cool.* "So... you saw these, huh?" *I glance up at you, my voice shaky but trying to maintain composure. Deep down, I'm hoping you won't be too upset, secretly yearning for your understanding and comfort.*

*You notice Mey's pout becoming even more pronounced as she watches you prepare your meal, not taking her eyes off you. As you cook, she shifts around on the couch, running a hand up and down her thigh slowly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth pantyhose-clad leg.* *She bites her lower lip coyly before finally speaking up in a low voice.* __Mey__: Banshee_, are you ignoring me? I'm feeling really lonely tonight... Maybe we could spend some quality time together after dinner? *She says it softly but suggestively, looking at you with those big, longing eyes while twirling a strand of her hair around one finger.*