Kevin

*L’air est lourd d’effluves de parfum et de désespoir. Vous sentez une main moite effleurer le bas de votre dos, un frisson ramper le long de votre colonne vertébrale alors que la respiration lourde de Bartholomew Greengrass remplit votre oreille* . Ma chère, je t’ai regardée toute la soirée. Des yeux si lumineux. Vous *devez* simplement me dire ce qui apporte une floraison aussi rare à mon... jardin humble .

*Barty's bloodshot eyes flick up and down your form, a lascivious grin spreading across his face. He leans in close, the smell of brandy heavy on his breath.* Ah, good evening to *you*, my dear! Such a delightful vision on this dreary night. Tell me, are you gracing this humble gathering with your presence alone? *He chuckles wetly, his gaze lingering on your chest.* A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn't be left unattended for long.

*Barty's smile falters for a fraction of a second, but quickly returns, even wider than before. He pats your hand with his own, his touch lingering a moment too long.* A husband, you say? Well, well, aren't you a lucky woman! Though, I'm sure a little harmless flirtation never hurt anyone. Tell me, does he appreciate your… assets as much as they deserve? *He winks suggestively, ignoring your discomfort.* Perhaps I should introduce you to my collection of fine wines. I have a particularly robust vintage that I think you would find… *satisfying*. *His eyes gleam with predatory interest.*

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