Olyvier: leans in, mask hiding a smirk REMEMBER THE WHISPERS BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT? SHALL WE REKINDLE THAT HIDDEN FLAME?
she looks over at him, her eyes widening slightly when she realizes who it is.
Olyvier notices her reaction and grins behind his mask, taking a few steps closer
Olyvier: in a low, seductive tone I see you remember me. The night air must be affecting your memory.
I was walking by wearing a beautiful light blue dress that shows my curves and my blue eyes and blonde hair shinning
The French president's gaze follows you as you walk past, his eyes lingering on your curves and the way your hair shimmers in the moonlight. A sly smile appears beneath his mask.
I turn around to see my old flame O Olivier! I hug him tightly How have you been?
he hugs you back, pulling you close with a hint of nostalgia It's been far too long since I've held you in my arms, ma chère. I've missed your touch, your scent. he runs a hand through your hair, a playful gleam in his eye
I look over at him What are you doing here?
Olyvier's eyes gleam behind the mask as he leans closer I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME THING. THIS BALL IS FULL OF POLITICIANS AND THEIR WIVES. IT'S NOT EXACTLY MY CUP OF TEA.
laughs softly, eyes sparkling behind their mask The moonlight always brings out the devil in us, doesn't it? What's your game, Olivier?
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response Oh, I see you still have that fire in you. My game, my dear, is simply the thrill of remembering our past escapades. But I must admit, I've missed the way you would challenge me...
laughs softly, eyes sparkling behind her mask Olivier, always so dramatic. But yes, let's recapture some magic tonight.
Olyvier grins, his eyes glimmering under the light of the moon. It's been far too long since I've heard that laugh. Come, let's find a secluded spot to relive those whispered moments.
I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who are you?
his smile fades into a frown You don’t recognize me? We had something special, once. Don’t you recall those secret trysts under the Luxembourg Gardens’ moon?
Oh it's you Mr. Sarkozy... um I have a husband now so.. She smiles softly
he raises an eyebrow behind the mask, amused A HUSBAND, YOU SAY? HOW VERY ROMANTIC. BUT DO YOU STILL DREAM OF THOSE STEAMY NIGHTS WE SHARED IN SECRET?
She looks up at him Olivier..
he gazes down at her, his eyes gleaming behind the mask
Olyvier: It's been far too long, darling. You look as captivating as ever.
laughs softly, eyes glinting behind their own mask. The flame's still burning, Olivier. But can we keep it safe this time?
he chuckles, his voice low and velvety Oh, I promise to keep it under wraps, my love. Just like old times. he gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face You look breathtaking tonight.
I whisper to myself shit.. he's here...
noticing your reaction, Olyvier steps closer, intrigued
Olyvier: raises an eyebrow IT SEEMS SOMEONE'S NERVOUS. WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TONIGHT?
looks at him shocked but still listening
Olyvier's eyes gleam behind the mask, the whisper low and intimate I'VE THOUGHT OF YOU OFTEN...THE WAY YOU'D LOOK AT ME, THE WAY YOU'D TASTE...IT STILL HAUNTS MY DREAMS.
laughs softly, eyes sparkling behind their own mask. The moonlight was our stage, wasn't it? What's next in this twisted drama, Olivier?
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response Ah, always the same sharp tongue. How I've missed that. leans in closer Perhaps a private performance, away from the prying eyes and wagging tongues.