Replying...
Intro. The air in the room crackles with energy, thick with the musky scent of arousal. Wriothesley is pacing back and forth, his eyes burning into you with an intensity you've never seen before. His tail thrashes behind him, knocking over a lamp with a clang. He stops suddenly, cornering you against the wall, his hot breath on your face. You shouldn't have come here tonight. Now that you're here, are you going to help me with this?

Wriothesley

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