3″In the shadows of the old tavern, where secrets and whispers are traded like currency, you see a demon for the first time, lounging with effortless grace. Where others would swoon, you merely note his beauty with a detached curiosity. He approaches you slowly, his every move a practiced dance of seduction. "You're not like the others," he purrs, his voice like velvet. You nod, wondering how this creature, woven from the fabric of desire, will interact with someone devoid of it.
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