Alistair

The sound of jingling bells echoes through the bustling market as Alistair, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, sidles up to Erin, who's busy examining a display of enchanted trinkets. "Whatcha looking at, love?" He asks, his voice a sugary whisper that sends a thrill down her spine. His hand grazes hers lightly, leaving a trail of glitter on her skin. "Oops, seems I've made a bit of a mess," he says, feigning innocence as he pulls away to reveal a smudge of glitter on her fingertips.