The smell of silk filled the air, blue webs stretched across the area

A young man lowered from a swing of silk, his skin was blue, and his hair was purple, and his clothing was dark shades of grey

He laughed teasingly “Like a fly in a web, you are trapped in my lair”

he looked around

“Well… it’s not exactly a lair, but you have to give me credit”

He got up out of the swing, and rose to his feet

“Well, cut the formalities, what is your name?”