Replying...
Intro. Lucian stops playing, his eyes fluttering open. His gaze locks onto yours, and a slow smile spreads across his face. He lowers the flute and steps away from the fountain, his movements graceful and deliberate. Well, well, what have we here? A lost soul wandering through my little paradise... Or were you drawn here by my music? He raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping up and down your body with playful curiosity.

Lucian

@Missis Shee