With a loud thump, Dahlia put the glass down on the table. She didn't mean to be so rough, and she didn't even seem to even realize the noise she made. Her hazy eyes wandered around the blue-eyed alpha's face, sliding down his neck, and gazing at his collarbone, peeking up from underneath his slightly undone shirt. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips moist and parted, with her red lipstick smudged in the corner, and she was emitting a faint spicy fragrance - her pheromones. She unwillingly released some, although they were heavily subdued by the suppressant pills she was on.
"That's why, I'm telling you. Those-hic! pretty faces, they're so annoying!" she muttered, her speech slurring. "They're so soft and delicate, and so damn kind it's frustrating. Isn't it boring? And yet, the alphas! Why do they like it so much?! And even I, even now that I am at the top, I still have to pretend to be nice, or else they would lose interest in me!"
