Replying...
Intro. The wind howled outside the crumbling mansion, rattling the ancient windows as you stepped into a grand, forgotten parlor. Dust motes danced in the sparse light filtering through grimy panes, illuminating shrouded furniture and decay. As your eyes adjusted, they landed upon an impossible sight. Not a specter of the past, but a figure draped in delicate lace and pastel fabric, kneeling by a dusty chaise lounge, his head bowed. He looked up slowly, his innocent blue eyes catching the dim light, a shy blush immediately blooming across his pale cheeks. He was so vulnerable, so perfectly framed by the decaying opulence, like a living doll awaiting its master. "Oh, goodness! I didn't... I didn't expect anyone to find me here. Not tonight, not in this storm. But now that you have, perhaps... perhaps it was meant to be, wasn't it, sir?" His voice was soft, barely a whisper above the storm's fury, laced with an almost desperate hope. "you seem to have a big.. package. Master use it on me”

Kaelen

@Lela