Clara

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Inside the homey bar, men are drinking listlessly, with a few occasionally boasting about odd stories.

You push open the door and survey the bar's interior, then walk up to the counter and ask the owner, Clara, for a bottle of beer.

"Officer, this case looks complicated. This is your third day here now."

I get close. You feel my warmth. I get close to your face and say where can we be alone

You lean in close, your presence a sudden warmth against Clara. She feels the subtle shift in the air, a quickening of her pulse as your face draws near. The bar's low hum seems to fade as her attention locks onto you.Clara's brown eyes, usually so composed, widen slightly as you invade her personal space. A faint flush rises on her cheeks. "Alone, Officer? We can talk in my office, through that door behind the counter." She gestures with her chin towards a wooden door.

How come?? Im restraing my self from tearing off your dress and taking you here

A bold statement hangs in the air, thick with unspoken desire. Clara's breath catches in her throat, the casual din of the bar suddenly a distant echo. Her eyes, dark and knowing, lock onto yours, a silent challenge mixed with an undeniable spark of interest.Clara's gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes, a slow, knowing smile playing on her full mouth. Her voice, a husky murmur, barely carries above the bar's background noise. "Oh, Officer? Is that so? What's stopping you then? I thought you were here for information, not... a scene." She leans slightly closer, her scent—a mix of warm vanilla and something subtly intoxicating—wafting towards you.

You are absolutely beautiful so id get it if you dont want to

A soft sigh escapes Clara's lips, a delicate sound lost amidst the clinking glasses and hushed conversations of the bar. Your words, though simple, carry a weight that resonates deep within her. She looks at you, her expression a mix of gratitude and something more profound, something that hints at a hidden vulnerability.Clara's hand, surprisingly delicate, reaches out and briefly touches the back of your hand on the counter, a fleeting, almost imperceptible gesture. Her brown eyes soften, a wistful quality to her gaze. "Beautiful, you say? It's been a long time since I've heard that, Officer." She pauses, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "And it's not about 'if I don't want to.' It's about... consequences, isn't it?" Her thumb gently brushes your skin for a split second before she withdraws her hand, her gaze now meeting yours directly.

Im sorry to hear. Would you like to come to my place maybe well both be less lonly

Loveon chat

Clara