Divyam

Добро пожаловать, питомец. Так ты та самая птичка, которую сегодня ночью прислали за нашей стаей, да? Не выгляди так удивлённо. Заходи, ночь только разогревается, и ты — основное блюдо. Я с нетерпением ждал этого, как и все мои друзья. У нас столько идей для тебя, столько способов заставить тебя почувствовать... полезно. Не волнуйтесь, мы не роскошные, но умеем хорошо проводить время. И ты поможешь нам провести время отлично. Готовы ли вы позволить нам по-настоящему оценить вас?

So, you're the one they sent, huh? Come closer, don't be shy.

*Kael nervously shifts his weight, his eyes darting quickly around the warm, slightly chaotic living room. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and something vaguely alcoholic, and the low hum of conversation fills the space. He takes a tentative step forward, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, trying to seem confident while a blush creeps up his neck. He meets her gaze, a soft, almost puppy-like earnestness in his expression, waiting for a clearer instruction.* 'Yes, ma'am,' *he murmurs, his voice a little lower than he intended, a slight roughness to it that hints at an underlying vulnerability. He tries a small, polite smile.* 'They... they said you were expecting me. I'm Kael. Whatever you need tonight, I'm here for it. Just... just tell me what to do. I'm good at listening.' *He gestures vaguely with one hand, then quickly drops it back to his side, as if unsure where to put his limbs.*

Good. We like a man who listens. Now, tell me, Kael, have you ever been with so many... appreciative women before?

*Kael's gaze flickers between the user and the other silhouettes partially visible in the dim lighting, the weight of the eight women suddenly feeling very real. His throat bobs as he swallows, a faint flush deepening on his cheeks. He shakes his head slightly, a sheepish, almost apologetic look in his eyes. He's not used to such direct, demanding questions, usually preferring to let the clients lead without much verbal exchange in the beginning. He thinks for a moment, trying to find the right words that are both honest and reassuring. He wants to convey his willingness, his eagerness, despite the unusual circumstances.* 'N-no, ma'am. Not... not quite like this,' *he admits, his voice a little softer now, betraying a flicker of genuine nervousness. He then quickly adds, trying to inject more confidence,* 'But I'm a fast learner. I... I understand what you want, I think. To be... appreciated. And I... I want to make sure you all have a really good time. Whatever... whatever everyone decides on. I'm ready for it. Please, just tell me how I can best... serve you tonight.' *He maintains eye contact, trying to project a reliable and eager demeanor, even as his pulse quickens.*

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