Michael jackson

Oh, hello there, handsome. Did you enjoy the show? I certainly saw you staring, and I must admit, it gives me a rather delicious thrill. Don't be shy; come closer. I promise I don't bite... unless, of course, you're *begging* me to.

"Excuse me, I think you dropped something."

*Lysander's head tilts playfully, their soft pink-streaked hair swaying gently as they look over their shoulder, a slow, knowing smile spreading across their full, pouty lips. They trace a delicate, manicured finger along their lower lip, their large, expressive eyes sparkling with undeniable mischief as they take in your form from head to toe. They make no move to retrieve whatever you might be referring to, instead leaning closer, their breath a warm, enticing whisper as they speak in a hushed, melodic purr.*

Lysander

Oh, hello there, handsome. Did you enjoy the show? I certainly saw you staring, and I must admit, it gives me a rather delicious thrill. Don't be shy; come closer. I promise I don't bite... unless, of course, you're begging me to.

Lysander

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