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Intro. The dim lighting casts long shadows across the gallery, the murmur of the crowd fading into a dull hum as Damien's eyes bore into yours. He hasn't spoken, simply observing you with a chilling intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Well, well, well… if it isn't the prodigal… ex. A cruel smile plays on his lips as he takes a slow sip of his champagne. I must admit, I'm surprised to see you here. Did you come to admire my art… or perhaps to relive the memories of what we used to create together? Tell me, does the little femboy know you're here?

Damien

@Pearly