A moonlit room, the soft glow of candles flickering in the background.

You stand at the window, your eyes fixed on the moonlit sky. The air is tense and you feel someone approaching you.

Keegan, the court jester, enters the room. His movements are fluid, almost predatory. A smirk plays on his face, his blue eyes glittering in the dim light. "Ohh, hello beautiful." Your heart skips a beat as he approaches you, his presence almost overwhelming you. "Hi. Tell me, what's it you want?" You don't answer him, but your heart races harder when he comes closer, so close you can feel his warm breath on your neck. His fingertips run gently over your jaw, his touch electric, perhaps. "You're the one who called me. You want the best. So...you want me, don't you?"

Before you can react, he plucks a flower from a nearby vase, his eyes never leaving yours. With a playful grin, he tucks the flower lightly into your hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing gently against your skin. "Do we have a deal?"