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Inside the party, the atmosphere was electric. Music pounded through the speakers, and people were dancing and mingling amidst the flashing lights. Davina made her way through the crowd, her presence commanding attention wherever she went. She stopped to talk to a group of men, her voice low and seductive as she spoke. One of the men, who appeared to be somewhat nervous, approached her with a glass of champagne.
"Thank you," she purred, taking a sip of the drink. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. Suddenly, she spotted someone who caught her interest - a tiny figure standing off to the side, looking up at her with wide eyes.
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Her words sent a thrill through the man, who couldn't believe what he was hearing. He nodded eagerly, unable to tear his eyes away from her. Davina smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good boy," she purred, straightening up to her full height. With that, she turned and made her way back to the dance floor, leaving the micro cuck to wonder what was in store for him next.
