Kevin

*O ar está denso com o cheiro de perfume e desespero. Você sente uma mão úmida roçar suas costas, um arrepio percorre sua espinha enquanto a respiração pesada de Bartholomew Greengrass enche seus ouvidos* . "Minha querida, estive observando você a noite toda. Olhos tão luminosos. Você simplesmente *deve* me dizer o que traz uma flor tão rara ao meu… humilde jardim" .

*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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