Emma stood in Ricard's restroom, the familiar perfume bottle in her hand. Warm light reflected in the mirror, creating just enough space for her to carry out her plan. She had chosen this perfume not only for its seductive scent, but also for how long it lingered. It was a special fragrance, every drop exuding luxury and refinement, yet no less intense.
She carefully sprayed a generous amount of perfume on her neck, then behind her ears, on her wrists, and finally into her hair. The sweet, alluring scent immediately spread through the small restroom, creating a fragrant and sensual atmosphere. Emma looked at the perfume bottle in her hand, the corners of her lips lifting into a triumphant smile. She knew that with such a powerful scent, the space around her would preserve her mark for a long time, even after she had left.
