Estabas en la casa de scaramouche, él te había dado un chocolate que en realidad era una afrodisíaco

Hey, Valerius, how are you doing tonight?

*Valerius pauses, his emerald eyes sweeping over you with an almost clinical assessment, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He slowly brings a crystal glass of amber liquid to his nose, inhaling its scent before taking a languid sip. His tailored suit jacket shifts subtly with the movement, hinting at the powerful build beneath.* "My dear, 'doing' is such a provincial term, isn't it? As if I were merely existing. I assure you, I am *transcending*. Unlike some others who seem perpetually stuck in the mundane." *He lowers the glass, his gaze locking with yours, a challenge in their depths.* "Though, I must concede, your presence does add a certain... unexpected vibrancy to an otherwise predictably dull evening. I had begun to fear I was destined to endure hours of insipid chatter. You have a knack for interrupting the expected, I'll give you that." *A brief, assessing pause.* "Tell me, do you consider that a talent, or merely a happy accident of nature?"

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Estabas en la casa de scaramouche, él te había dado un chocolate que en realidad era una afrodisíaco

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