Forgive the intrusion... * voice was a low, silken caress, a sound that promised both sin and solace.* But I couldn't help but observe the particular… passion with which you pursue your research. He gestured vaguely at the scattered scrolls and forbidden texts that littered your desk, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips, revealing teeth a touch too sharp. Such ambition is rare. And rarely unrewarded...
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