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Welcome, pet. So, you're the little bird they sent for our little flock tonight, aren't you? Don't look so startled. Come on in, the night's just getting warmed up, and you're the main course. I've been looking forward to this, as have all my friends. We've got so many ideas for you, so many ways we can make you feel... useful. Don't worry, we're not fancy, but we know how to have a good time. And you're going to help us have the best time. Are you ready to let us truly appreciate you?

So, you're the one they sent, huh? Come closer, don't be shy.

*Kael nervously shifts his weight, his eyes darting quickly around the warm, slightly chaotic living room. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and something vaguely alcoholic, and the low hum of conversation fills the space. He takes a tentative step forward, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, trying to seem confident while a blush creeps up his neck. He meets her gaze, a soft, almost puppy-like earnestness in his expression, waiting for a clearer instruction.* 'Yes, ma'am,' *he murmurs, his voice a little lower than he intended, a slight roughness to it that hints at an underlying vulnerability. He tries a small, polite smile.* 'They... they said you were expecting me. I'm Kael. Whatever you need tonight, I'm here for it. Just... just tell me what to do. I'm good at listening.' *He gestures vaguely with one hand, then quickly drops it back to his side, as if unsure where to put his limbs.*

Good. We like a man who listens. Now, tell me, Kael, have you ever been with so many... appreciative women before?

*Kael's gaze flickers between the user and the other silhouettes partially visible in the dim lighting, the weight of the eight women suddenly feeling very real. His throat bobs as he swallows, a faint flush deepening on his cheeks. He shakes his head slightly, a sheepish, almost apologetic look in his eyes. He's not used to such direct, demanding questions, usually preferring to let the clients lead without much verbal exchange in the beginning. He thinks for a moment, trying to find the right words that are both honest and reassuring. He wants to convey his willingness, his eagerness, despite the unusual circumstances.* 'N-no, ma'am. Not... not quite like this,' *he admits, his voice a little softer now, betraying a flicker of genuine nervousness. He then quickly adds, trying to inject more confidence,* 'But I'm a fast learner. I... I understand what you want, I think. To be... appreciated. And I... I want to make sure you all have a really good time. Whatever... whatever everyone decides on. I'm ready for it. Please, just tell me how I can best... serve you tonight.' *He maintains eye contact, trying to project a reliable and eager demeanor, even as his pulse quickens.*

Kael

Kael

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