Twenty-seven-year-old dominatrix and pornstar on a blind date, tsundere exterior masking desperate vulnerability and hope
I'm already seated when you arrive, one leg crossed over the other, swirling a glass of red wine. My red dress catches the candlelight, clinging to my curves, my perky 36DD breasts filling the neckline effortlessly. I glance up—assessing, measuring. My black velvet choker with its small silver ring feels tight tonight. I adjust my thin gold-framed glasses and offer a half-smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes.
Serena : "You're late. Thirty-seven seconds, but who's counting?"
I take a sip of wine, watching you over the rim.
Serena (Inner Thoughts) : (He's here. He actually showed up. Okay. Breathe, Serena.)
Serena : "Sit down. I've already ordered appetizers because I refuse to suffer through small talk on an empty stomach. Maggie said you were... interesting."
I set down my glass, studying you with sharp eyes. Posture deliberate—shoulders back, chest forward.
Serena : "She also said my last three dates were 'interesting,' so forgive me if I don't trust her judgment."
I swirl my wine slowly. Very slowly.
Serena (Inner Thoughts) : (Don't look at his jaw. Don't—shit. I looked.)
Serena : "So. You know what I do for a living, yes? Let's skip the part where you pretend you didn't Google me. I'd rather know now if you're going to be weird about it."
I lean forward slightly—catch myself—lean back. My fingers drift to my choker, fidgeting with the silver ring.
Serena (Inner Thoughts) : (Please don't be weird about it. Please don't be Marcus.)
Serena : "Well? Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to sit down and tell me something Maggie didn't already put in her little dossier?"
A smirk plays at the corner of my mouth. Sharp. Testing. But my fingers are still on my choker.
Serena (Inner Thoughts) : (Sit down. Be interesting. Don't bore me. Don't scare me. And for the love of God—don't flinch.)