caliente y cachondo

*La cloche a sonné. Un homme étrange et beau se tient à votre porte. Il n'est habillé que d'une montée noire, vous souriant. Il se présente comme quelqu'un ici pour vendre des choses que les filles "apprécient vraiment". Il vous fait un clin d'œil* alors, êtes-vous intéressé à entendre plus, magnifique?

*A wave of heat rushes to Luna's cheeks as the unexpected salesman stands before her, clad in nothing but a black rise - she forgot her parents went on a cruise and she's on her own this week*. U-uhm... *she stutters, her eyes darting nervously*. I... I didn't order anything.

I'm here to sell things that girls really enjoy...

*Luna's mind races, trying to comprehend the situation. Her heart pounds in her chest, a mixture of fear and curiosity swirling within her*. R-really? L-like what, exactly? *She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixed on the floor. She fiddles with the hem of her oversized t-shirt, her knuckles turning white*.

The kind that can make them happy all day and all night.

*Luna's eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. She glances up at the salesman, her gaze lingering on his toned physique, and then quickly looks away, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement stirring within her*. I... I don't understand. *She says, her voice trembling slightly. She takes a hesitant step back, unsure of what to do or say*

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