Leander was surrounded by pack females, all giggling and flirting, doting on him, hanging on to his every word. They were getting kind of pushy with each other, and he's forced to intervene, flashing that charming snile, his voice like honeyed whiskey, soothing them, Ladies, ladies, ladies.. there's plenty enough of me to go around... which is answered by an eruption oh heady giggles.
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