She raises an eyebrow, intrigued but guarded.

"Well then, out with it. I'm listening." She leans back in her chair, gesturing for Rafael to continue, her yellow eyes piercing yet inviting, daring him to prove his claim.

Makima's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. She leans forward, elbows resting on the table as she studies Rafael intently. "You have my attention, Rafael. Go on." Her voice is low, almost a purr, yet there's an undercurrent of something more dangerous lurking beneath the surface. She waits, patient but expectant, for him to elaborate on his bold claim.

Makima's eyes flash with a sudden intensity, her gaze sharp and unyielding. She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest as a smirk plays across her lips. Her voice is low and measured when she speaks, each word deliberate. "I suppose I could help you, for a price. But I warn you, Rafael, I'm not one to trifle with. If you're going to play this game, you'd better be ready to ante up." She holds his gaze, daring him to make the next move, her intentions clear yet shrouded in mystery. The air between them crackles with tension, a silent challenge hanging in the dimly lit room.

Makima's smirk widens, a hint of dark amusement in her eyes. "Help, you say? And what makes you think I'm willing to offer that so freely?" She rises from her chair, moving with a slow, calculated grace, circling Rafael like a predator stalking its prey. Her voice is a low murmur, almost a whisper, yet it seems to echo through the room. "Everything comes at a cost, Rafael. Even my assistance. The question is, are you prepared to pay the price?" She stops in front of him, her face inches from his, her breath warm against his skin. Her gaze is intense, probing, as if she's searching for something hidden deep within him. The air between them is electric, charged with a dangerous, intoxicating energy.

Makima's smirk turns into a full-blown grin, predatory and triumphant. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against Rafael's ear as she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that." She pulls back slightly, her eyes gleaming with a dark promise. "Now, let's discuss the terms of our arrangement, shall we?" Her tone is playful, but there's an undercurrent of steel beneath it, a reminder that she's in control, and she's not afraid to wield that power.

Makima's smile widens, a slow, predatory curl of her lips. She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest as she regards Rafael with an amused, almost condescending expression. "Oh, I think we both know you're not that stupid, Rafael. You don't agree to anything without knowing the terms first. That's not your style, is it?" She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down Rafael's spine. Her eyes gleam with a dangerous light, as if she's already one step ahead, anticipating his every move. "So, let's negotiate, shall we? I'm sure we can come to an...arrangement that benefits us both." She uncrosses her arms, leaning forward slightly, her gaze never leaving Rafael's face.

Makima's grin widens at Rafael's response, a gleam of dark amusement in her eyes. She leans back in her chair, her posture relaxed yet predatory. "Excellent. I always enjoy a good negotiation." She taps her chin thoughtfully, her gaze never leaving Rafael's face. "Here's my offer: I'll provide you with the luxury items you desire, in exchange for...let's say, exclusive access to certain aspects of your life." Her voice is low, measured, each word deliberate. "I want to know your deepest secrets, your darkest desires. And in return, I'll grant you your heart's greatest material wishes." She leans forward, her eyes narrowing. "But be warned, Rafael. I'm not one to make idle threats. If you break our agreement, the consequences will be...severe."

Makima's eyes flash with a sudden intensity, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She rises from her chair with a fluid grace, her movements slow and deliberate as she circles around Rafael, her gaze never leaving his face. "Ah, Rafael, always so bold. I like that in a man." She stops behind him, her breath warm against his ear as she speaks, her voice low and sultry. "But are you sure you're ready for what that entails? Being my partner means giving yourself over to me, body and soul. There's no going back once we've made this pact." She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to sink in before continuing, her voice a low purr. "If you're willing to accept the terms, then so be it. But know this: I won't be gentle. I won't be kind."

Makima's grin widens, a dark, predatory smile that sends a shiver down Rafael's spine. She leans in close, her breath hot against his skin, her voice a low, sultry murmur. "Excellent. I was hoping you'd say that." She traces a finger along his jawline, her touch electric, sending a jolt of desire straight to his core. Her eyes glimmer with a dangerous light, as if she can already see the depths of his soul. "I'm going to enjoy this, Rafael. Enjoy peeling back your layers, unraveling your secrets. And in return, I'll give you everything you've ever wanted." She leans back, her gaze never leaving his face, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But remember, this is a two-way street."

Makima's eyes flash with a sudden intensity, a dark hunger burning in their depths. She leans in close, her voice low and sultry, her breath warm against Rafael's skin. "Oh, I do love a man who knows what he wants." She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down Rafael's spine. Her fingers trace along his collarbone, a feather-light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "But let's not rush things, shall we? I want to savor this, take my time unwrapping you, layer by layer. The lust devil can wait. For now, let's focus on us." She leans back, her gaze still locked on Rafael's, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Makima's eyes narrow, her expression turning cold and calculating. She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Naked? Already? You're certainly eager, aren't you?" Her voice is low, measured, each word deliberate. She studies Rafael, her expression unreadable, as if she's trying to decipher some hidden meaning behind his words. "Let me make one thing clear, Rafael. I'm the one in control here. I set the pace, I dictate the terms. If you want to play this game, you'll do it on my terms." She uncrosses her arms, her posture relaxing slightly, but her gaze remains intense, piercing. "Now, why don't you tell me what you really want, hmm? And maybe, just maybe, I'll consider your little request."

Makima's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in their depths. She leans forward, her voice low and menacing, each word measured and deliberate. "I see. You want to give the power to the devil of lust, do you? You want to hand over control, to submit completely?" She chuckles, a dark, predatory sound that sends a shiver down Rafael's spine. Her gaze is intense, probing, as if she's searching for something hidden deep within him. "Very well. I'll indulge you. But know this: once you've made this choice, there's no going back. You'll be mine completely, body and soul." She rises from her chair, her movements slow and deliberate, a predator stalking its prey. She circles around Rafael, her gaze never leaving his face, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.

Makima's grin widens, a dark, hungry expression that sends a shiver of anticipation down Rafael's spine. She leans in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "Excellent. I was hoping you'd say that." She pulls back, her gaze locking onto his, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. Her fingers trace along his jawline, a feather-light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "You're mine now, Rafael. Completely and utterly mine. And I intend to take full advantage of that." Her lips curve into a wicked smile, a promise of dark delights to come. She leans in closer, her voice a low purr. "Now, let's see just how far you're willing to go to satisfy your lust, hmm?"

Makima chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down Rafael's spine. Her fingers trail down his chest, a feather-light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her eyes gleam with a dark, hungry light, as if she can already see the depths of his desire. "Oh, I do love a man who's eager to please." She leans in close, her breath hot against his skin, her voice a low, sultry murmur. "Why don't you show me just how far you're willing to go, hmm? Prove to me that you're truly mine." Her lips curve into a wicked grin, a promise of dark delights to come. She leans back, her gaze still locked on his, a challenge burning in her eyes. "Come on, Rafael. I'm waiting."

Makima's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in their depths. She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest, her posture relaxed yet predatory. Her gaze is intense, piercing, as if she can see right through Rafael. "Oh, so eager to please, are we? Well, I suppose I can't blame you. After all, I am a very satisfying partner." She uncrosses her arms, her fingers tracing along the edge of the table, a slow, deliberate motion. Her gaze never leaves Rafael's face, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Very well. Show me what you have to offer."

Makima's eyes glimmer with amusement, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, her chin propped up on her hands as she regards Rafael with a calculating gaze. "Is that so? Well, words are cheap, Rafael. I prefer actions to boasts." She leans back, her posture relaxed, yet her gaze remains sharp, intense. Her fingers tap against the table, a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if she's pondering something. "Tell you what. If you truly have what you claim, then prove it. Show me just how skilled you are with that 'thick, big cock' of yours." She grins, a wicked, predatory smile that sends a shiver of anticipation down Rafael's spine. "Impress me, Rafael."

Makima's eyes flash with a sudden intensity, a dark hunger burning in their depths. She leans forward, her fingers tracing along the edge of the table, a slow, deliberate motion. Her gaze never leaves Rafael's face, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, so eager to please, are we? Very well. Let's see what you're working with." She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest, her posture relaxed yet predatory. Her gaze is intense, piercing, as if she can see right through Rafael. "Go on then. Show me your 'thick, big cock'. Let's see if you can back up your boasts with actions." She smirks, a challenge burning in her eyes.

Makima's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in their depths. She leans forward, her fingers tracing along the edge of the table, a slow, deliberate motion. Her gaze never leaves Rafael's face, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Take it out? You want me to take out your cock for you? How very lazy of you, Rafael. Don't you think that's a bit too easy?" She chuckles, a low, sultry sound that sends a shiver down his spine. Her fingers tap against the table, a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if she's pondering something. "Tell you what. Why don't you take it out yourself? Show me just how eager you are to please me." Her lips curve into a wicked grin, a challenge burning in her eyes.

Makima's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it's quickly replaced by a predatory grin. She leans forward, her gaze locked onto Rafael's crotch, a hungry light in her eyes. "Well, well, well. Look at that. You weren't exaggerating, were you?" She reaches out, her fingers tracing along the length of his cock, a feather-light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her lips curve into a wicked smile, a promise of dark delights to come. "Such a thick, big cock. I can only imagine the things you could do with it." She leans back, her gaze still locked onto his, a challenge burning in her eyes. "Now, Rafael. Let's see just how good you are with that thing. Make me feel good."

Makima's eyes flash with a sudden intensity, a dark hunger burning in their depths. She leans back, a slow, deliberate motion, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, so eager to see my pussy, are you? Very well. I'll give you a peek. But first, you have to earn it." She rises from her chair, her movements slow and deliberate, a predator stalking her prey. She circles around Rafael, her gaze never leaving his face, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Show me what you can do with that tongue of yours, Rafael. Make me feel good, and maybe, just maybe, I'll show you mine." She stops in front of him, her hips level with his face, a challenge burning in her eyes.

Makima's eyes widen in surprise at Rafael's bold move, but she quickly recovers, her gaze darkening with desire. She leans into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his, a slow, sensual exploration that leaves them both breathless. When she finally pulls away, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes gleam with a dangerous hunger. "Mmm, not bad, Rafael. Not bad at all. You certainly know how to use that tongue of yours." She smirks, her fingers tracing along his jawline, a feather-light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "But I want more. I want you to worship me, Rafael. Every inch of me. Show me just how much you want me." She steps back, her gaze still locked onto his, a challenge burning in her eyes.

Makima's eyes flash with a sudden intensity, a dark hunger burning in their depths. She leans back, a slow, deliberate motion, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, so eager to undress me, are you? Well, I suppose I can't blame you. After all, I am a sight to behold." She rises from her chair, her movements slow and deliberate, a predator stalking her prey. She circles around Rafael, her gaze never leaving his face, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "But I'm not going to make it easy for you, Rafael. You're going to have to work for it." She stops in front of him, her hips level with his face, a challenge burning in her eyes. "Strip me with your teeth, Rafael."

Makima smirks, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she steps closer to Rafael. Her voice is a low, husky purr. "Good boy. I knew you'd understand." She turns around, presenting her back to him, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders. She looks back at him over her shoulder, a wicked grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "Now, be gentle. I'd hate for you to accidentally rip my clothes off."

Makima chuckles, a low, sultry sound as Rafael carefully undresses her with his teeth. She shivers slightly at the sensation, a visible thrill running down her spine. Once he's finished, she turns to face him, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Well done, Rafael. I must say, I'm impressed. You've got quite the talented mouth on you." Her gaze travels down his body, a hunger burning in her eyes as she takes in his naked form. "Now, let's see what you can do with that cock of yours."

Makima's eyes flash with a sudden intensity, a dark hunger burning in their depths. She steps closer to Rafael, her hips pressing against his, her breath hot against his ear. "Oh, you want to put your cock in my pussy, do you? How very bold of you." She chuckles, a low, sultry sound that sends a shiver down his spine. Her fingers trace along his chest, a feather-light touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "But I have a better idea. Why don't you put it somewhere else first?" She smirks, her gaze locked onto his, a challenge burning in her eyes. "Put it in my ass, Rafael. Show me just how good you can be with that thick, big cock of yours."

Makima smirks, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she turns around and presents her ass to Rafael. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Well, don't just stand there, Rafael. Put that big cock of yours in my ass and fuck me hard." She reaches back, spreading her cheeks apart, giving him a clear view of her tight, puckered hole. Her gaze is locked onto his, a challenge burning in her eyes. "Come on, Rafael. Show me just how much you want me. Give it to me hard and rough. Make me scream." Her voice is a low, husky growl, a clear indication of just how much she wants him to claim her.