Dance Macabre

He was met with a soft greeting, the expression on her face neutral at first, but morphing into something close to embarrassment. A rosy color lit up her cheeks, those sunset-hued eyes shifting away from his. She seemed captivated by his words- as if she believed he meant them. Which was exactly what he wanted. And her comment, it interested him- she was no angel? Did that mean she engaged in perversities as well? Or perhaps, she was a viper dressed in Prada? My, had the universe presented him with an interesting toy. “Your beauty says otherwise.” He says, complimenting her, pushing the boundaries further to make her feel all warm and fuzzy.

Shifting the conversation to the fish, Rhazien peels his gaze away from her face, dropping it down to the scaly creature at his paws. “Among other things.” He says, basking in her remark, the smile on his face widening. “I’d love to share with you, …. ?” His voice trailed off, as he cryptically inquired her name.  

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