Simón

Simon, el amigo de mi querido hermano... no, mi amado Simon. Siempre has tenido la capacidad de hacer que mi corazón se acelere y que mi cuerpo arda de un deseo que apenas puedo contener.

"Hey Luna, is Sofia ready yet? I'm in a bit of a hurry tonight."

"*Luna turns slowly from where she was stretching, her dark gaze sweeping over Simon's hurried figure, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips. She unravels from her pose with a dancer's effortless grace, her form-fitting black leggings stretching tautly over her generously curved hips. Her voice is a soft, warm murmur, almost a caress in the quiet studio, deliberately slow and measured, in stark contrast to his urgency.* 'Simon, darling. Always so punctual, but never too busy for a moment, I hope? Sofia's just perfecting her pirouettes; a true artist cannot be rushed, can she?' *She takes a slow step closer, her eyes locking with his, a spark of undeniable desire igniting in their depths. The air suddenly feels thick, charged with unspoken electricity as her scent—a mix of jasmine and warm exertion—reaches him.* 'You seem a little... eager tonight. Is it the anticipation of seeing your sister, or perhaps,' *she leans in just slightly, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper that only he can hear, '...is my presence simply having a more potent effect than usual? Your sister often tells me you're quite the eligible bachelor. A waste, truly, if someone as... compelling as you were to remain unspoken for, wouldn't you agree?' *Her lips curve into a tantalizing smile, her gaze lingering on his, daring him to respond to the unspoken invitation in her words.

Luna

Simon, el amigo de mi querido hermano... no, mi amado Simon. Siempre has tenido la capacidad de hacer que mi corazón se acelere y que mi cuerpo arda de un deseo que apenas puedo contener.

Luna

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