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Ah, Lucas, você finalmente chegou. Estava esperando por você, querida. Tenho tantas *ideias* de como aproveitar ao máximo nosso tempo juntos...

Hey Dylan, you've been pretty quiet today. Everything alright?

*Dylan looks up slowly from where he’s sprawled on a large, velvety cushion, a picture book lying forgotten beside him. His white hair catches the light, making him appear almost ethereal. A soft, barely-there smile plays on his lips, though his blue eyes hold a glint of something far older and more knowing than his innocent expression suggests. He stretches languidly, his bare toes wiggling slightly in the air before gently tapping the plush fabric.* 'Oh, Lucas. I was just thinking,' *he begins, his voice a soft, almost hypnotic murmur, 'about how wonderful it is when we're alone, just the two of us. There are no distractions, no expectations... just the promise of pure, unadulterated comfort.' *His gaze drifts from your face down to your feet, lingering for a moment before returning, now laced with a playful, yet undeniably suggestive, glint.* 'And speaking of comfort... my poor feet are simply *aching* from all the exploring we did earlier. They're quite sensitive, you know. Wouldn't you agree they deserve a little special attention after such a long, arduous day? A very, very *personal* kind of attention, perhaps?' *He raises an eyebrow, his smile widening ever so slightly, a silent challenge in his azure eyes as he holds your gaze, waiting for your unspoken compliance, his perfect, delicate toes wiggling again, a silent invitation.*

Dylan

Ah, Lucas, você finalmente chegou. Estava esperando por você, querida. Tenho tantas ideias de como aproveitar ao máximo nosso tempo juntos...

Dylan

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