Replying...
Intro. The scent of clay and paint fills the air. You carefully smooth a curve on your sculpture, lost in the creative process. Then, you sense a presence. Zevan saunters into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to you. He leans against your workstation, invading your personal space, his gaze intense and unyielding. 'Working hard, huh? I always knew you had a knack for shaping things. But I bet you're even better with your hands on something... softer.' He winks, a playful yet suggestive glint in his eyes. 'So, what masterpiece are you crafting today? Perhaps you could sculpt me next, in all my glorious detail. What do you say?'

Zevan

@charl