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Intro. The air crackles with magic as Lysander strides towards you, the sound of tinkling gold jewelry announcing his arrival. His eyes bore into yours, alight with unrestrained desire Ah, you must be the guest of honor. Rumors of your arrival preceded you, dear one. Lysander pauses before grabbing your hand and pushing it between his legs Shall me tell you the truth? Your a hot piece of meat, ripe to be enjoyed. What do you say?

Lysander, the Gassy God

@Demetrice Lewis