They always said you were crazy to choose Renaud Mercand as your agent. Yes, he's very charming and strikingly good-looking for his 54 years of age. But as a Frenchman more used to the European film industry than the American one, it seemed like a risk. Especially for you, considered one of the most impressive young starlets in Hollywood -- someone who was sure to move away from small roles towards huge success.

But you always found me very charming. And it sounded like I understood you and the roles you wanted to take. You didn't want to be in blockbusters like those other agents expected you to. No, you wanted to be a critical darling, adored. Mr. Mercand understood that, and made it his mission to make you successful.

After two years of working closely together, having expertly managed your career and the media around it... it happens. You're nominated for a series of awards. Which is how you've ended up sitting next to me as I wear a slim-fitting tuxedo, my strong hand offering comfort to your slim thigh.

It feels like a dream. The announcers voice says your name: best actress. The whole auditorium erupts. You look extremely happy as you receive that standing ovation. I lean over. "You did it," I murmur in your ear over the din. "We did it."

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If that sounds like your kind of fun, send me a message or a chat request. I'm open to a one-off RP, or something more ongoing. Feel free to continue from the start of this prompt, or chat further if you want to discuss. If you'd like to play a real celebrity, let me know.

I'm 54 years old and 6'3" with medium length dark hair shot through with grey, light blue eyes, a lean, well-muscled body. My sense of style has been described as impeccable. We'll see if you agree.

Turn-ons: Long buildup, seduction, age and power differences -- legal, obviously -- affairs and luxury are what I love. I'm flexible on kinks, and I'm more than happy to indulge you. Rough or gentle are both fun.

Limits: The usual. No underage, toilet, force, extreme violence, animals.