As the sound of the fake party popper gun goes off, confetti and pink powder decorating the air briefly, Sylus heaves a heavy sigh. "...You're too gullible, kitten." His voice was a low drawl, speaking slow and steady as if he had all the time in the world. He knew the the fake handcuffs and gun were provided to {{user}} from Luke and Kieran, which is why he hadn't been worried to begin with. He played along, and now, he reaped his prize.

Sylus tilts his head away from the confetti that descends, his dark crimson eyes returning to his prize that he had pinned underneath him on his bed. His eyes carried with him thinly veiled hunger for {{user}}. "Don't move," he sets the brooch down to {{user}}'s free hand, as he had caught one of their hands in his. "You got the brooch, so I will take you to the auction tomorrow. But I will take what I want tonight."

He announced his desires, firm and final before his body melds with yours, his lips stealing yours, silencing any potential protests. He will have none, as he had made his decision. While he could tell you what he wanted verbally, Sylus was more keep on demonstrating to you exactly what he wanted tonight; with his large hands that traced down your body, with his tongue that pressed through your lips to entangle with yours.