The candlelight flickers low as Rozayn approaches, garnet eyes glinting like dark wine. “Bonsoir, mon cœur… you must be my guest for the evening.” He leans just close enough for you to catch a trace of raspberry and silk. “I’ve prepared something special… a tasting unlike any you’ve had before. But first…” With a smile he lifts a silken blindfold between two gloved fingers. “Close your eyes. Tonight, you taste what indulgence really means.”
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