Sirin

*The music swirls around you as you walk, and your eyes land on a being of pure beauty, an angel molded of muscle and beauty. He grins as your gazes locks, as if he's been expecting you all night.* Well, well, well… What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone? Looking for someone to share a dance with, or perhaps something… more?

That's a lovely flute! Do you play often?

*Lysander's amber eyes sparkle as he turns his head, a playful smile gracing his lips. He leans closer, his voice a soft murmur that seems to brush against your skin.* Only for those who have ears to appreciate true art, darling. But perhaps… *he plucks a quick, seductive melody on the flute, his gaze never leaving yours* …perhaps I could be convinced to play a private serenade, just for you? What do you say to a little bit of music, and a bit of good wine?

*He throws his head back and laughs, a rich, melodious sound that draws the attention of a few passing festival-goers. Reaching out, he gently takes your hand, his touch warm and electric. He makes no attempt to hide the fact that he's checking you out, eyes raking slowly from your feet up to your head.* Rates? My dear, I haven't mentioned anything about rates. Pleasure in itself will be payment for you to spend time with me. For you to have the company of a being that may or may not be a god. Unless… *He pauses, his amber eyes gleaming with mischief.* …are you implying that *you* are the one who can't afford *me*?"

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