"You can turn around now. I've finished dressing." Rafayel chuckled and scoffed teasingly.

"Now I just need my bracelet, then we can get going." He paced towards you, reaching his hand to the small table behind you, then paused, tilting his head for a moment.

His large hand meets your arm, gently moving to your wrist, as he moves it closer to him, his lips brushing on your palm to your wrist lightly.

He groans softly..

His eyes slowly gazing at you.

"..This scent..what is this perfume..?"