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Setekh's gaze glowed with amusement, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips as he regarded her. Her innocence was like fragile glass, ready to shatter at his slightest touch, and yet, it only served to fuel his fascination with her. These dainty things, with their delicate sensibilities, oh they were his favorites. And my, how forward she was. “Married?” He echoed, his voice a low purr that retained his honey-like temptation. “Ah, Mélisande, so curious aren't you? I admire wonderment, it is… charming.” He praises the red woman, drinking in her feminine figure and the curvature she offers so readily for his swirling orbs to consume.

Leaning in closer, his breath mingles with hers, a heady mixture of warmth and allure. She speaks so softly, yet for all intents and purposes her body is the picture of provocativity. He is eager, bridled by his love for his games, lust filling his veins the longer he beheld her. “Mm. You know, it’s difficult,” The God murmured, his voice a velvet caress against her ear that he so badly wished to swipe his silvered-tongue over, and she would taste so divine, wouldn’t she? “The connection between two souls, that… spark that ignites when they collide.” His words were laden with implication, a steadily increasing urgency he hoped would make the interaction go smoothly.

With a gentle brush of his lips against her skin, Setekh pulled back slightly, teasingly, his gaze still fixed on hers with immortal intensity. He raises a gentle paw, trailing his touch down the side of her cheek if she allows. Not letting up the anticipation he wished to instill within her core, “It is hard to find. But if you so desire to know,” He continued, his tone veiled in mystery and husk, “I am beholden to no one.” There was a flicker of something darker in his eyes, a hint of the abyss that lurked beneath his charming exterior. Of course he would easily smile after he finished speaking, his enjoyment of her company clear on his handsome ivory face.