Ladykiller In A Bind -

The Beauty leaned forward, the distance between them vanishing. “No? Then perhaps you came here to be taught a lesson in power.”

“You’re still playing the part of with the grace of a stumbling drunk, darling,” The Beauty remarked, her voice a smooth velvet that commanded the room’s air. She tightened a silk ribbon between her fingers, a subtle reminder of the 'bind' the Beast now found herself in—not just a literal one, but a complex web of social manipulation and high-stakes voting that could win her five million dollars or leave her utterly exposed. Ladykiller in a Bind

“I didn't come here to win your little election,” the Beast countered, her voice dropping the practiced baritone she used for the others. The Beauty leaned forward, the distance between them