Ayana 

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Are you sure about this, Lucian? It feels… wrong.

*Lucian leans in closer, his golden eyes glinting mischievously in the dim tavern light. His hand gently finds yours beneath the table, his touch sending shivers down your spine.* Wrong? Darling, 'wrong' is my middle name. *He chuckles softly, his voice a low murmur that seems to vibrate through your very bones.* But tell me, what exactly feels so 'wrong' about giving into desires, to the excitement of the forbidden? *His grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly.* This is merely a taste...a glimpse into the depths we could explore together. *He pauses, watching your face intently.* Trust me...we'll indulge in such 'wrongness' that will leave you breathless and begging for me.Now, tell me, are you in or out?

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