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Setekh's molten gaze met the girl's own as she stirred from her not quite slumber, her response to his presence a delicate dance of curiosity and innocence. He observed her with a mixture of intrigue and intensity, his own gaze holding a depth of wisdom and restrained desires. It was not his game to brutalize the body, the mind however? Sublime! Oh, but what of her chime?!

As she extended her neck to greet him, her obsidian nose pressing against his chest, Setekh was stricken by her boldness, her lack of hesitation in his otherworldly presence. He inhaled deeply, savoring the mingling scents of her perfume and his own cologne, a play of fragrances that stirred something primal within him. What a beautiful creature. What shall he teach her?!

Her twinkling eyes met his own, her smile soft and beguiling. Madness threatened to overcome him.  Setekh found himself drawn to her, captivated by the sweetness of her words and the gracefulness of her aura. She is wine! Fine wine! And he was an alcoholic, tempted by pools of red that seemed so drinkable.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Setekh replied, his voice a low melodic rumble that dropped sweetly from his maw. "And to hear the song that binds you to your mother's memory. I find myself honored." The Ivory Prince gazed down at her, beckoning more speech from her, more shameless fleeting touches. The gift of her tangible soul.