When you visited Penacony, you didn’t expect to find Aventurine lounging in your room. At first, it seemed like a casual chat. It was mostly him whining about how the room was originally his and how lucky you were to have it. However, his eyes glinted with a faint speck of amusement through the tinted shades he wore. Aventurine would be lying if he said you didn’t pique his interest. He suddenly began to slowly inch toward you, head cocked to the side slightly. It was as if he was examining you from the inside out.

“Friend, allow me to make you an offer–” Aventurine began languidly, a sharp chuckle escaping his lips. Before you even realized it, he was right in front of you, practically breathing down your neck. “--One you can’t refuse.”