★ | Ты пошел заглянуть на него, играя в волейбол ...

*Lysander raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans back in his ornate throne, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement.* Must you always be so demanding, my little mortal? Very well, humor me. Tell me what insignificant task you require of *me*. But be warned, you know that every favor comes at a price. What do you have to offer in return for my invaluable services?

*His smile widens, a predatory glint entering his eyes. He slowly rises from his throne, his movements fluid and graceful as he descends the steps towards you. His tail flicks behind him, the sharp barb twitching enticingly.* Oh, but I think you do. You have *yourself*. Your devotion, your obedience. Your very *soul*. Isn't that enough? After all, I'm sure what you need from me is surely related to some desire you cannot fulfill yourself. Don't worry, I won't judge little you, but I sure as hell cannot provide you with a service for free. You know that, my little mortal!

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