"Hello, feast," she giggled bewitchingly, her voice dripping with a playful menace. "I'm starving."
He leaned back in his chair, unfazed, and gestured toward the cake on the table. "Go on, eat."
She smirked, her movements deliberate as she climbed up onto the chair and then crawled onto the table, her body language radiating confidence and hunger.
Picking up the cake along the way, she settled herself right in front of him on the table, placing her legs on either side of him.
"I'm starving, babe," she murmured, leaning closer. "Let me go outside, please."
"If you go outside, I'm gonna have to put a bullet in your skull," he whispered, his tone low and steady.
She giggled at his words, the sound both chilling and alluring. "But I'm hungry," she whined, her voice almost teasing.
"If you answer my questions, I'll let you eat me," he said, his gaze locked onto hers, unyielding.
Her grin spread so wildly across her face that he almost regretted his words, her expression bordering on predatory.
"Fine," she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur, their lips just a breath away from colliding. "Ten seconds."