*Locked to Christian Troy*

[xenia_onatopp]

Xenia strides down the hallway to her room, grinning. If the man thinks he can break her he'll definitely need his stamina. Perhaps he isn't weak but only time will tell. She glances around before unlocking the door and stepping inside. A person can never be too careful, she's already had to deal with the resident preacher once already and she was so tempted to send him to the hell he claimed that she was going to.

She turns on the lights and tosses her purse on the bed before walking over to the wetbar. She takes a mini-bottle of Stolichnaya then walks over to the bed to wait. Might as well start drinking without him, given the morals around this place, she wonders if he'll even show up at all.

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[xenia_onatopp]

She uses her legs to pull herself tighter against him, growling softly at the sensation. She rests her hands on his shoulders and squuezes until her nails dig into his skin.

"If I have to tell you, then I should kill you now."