Scaramouche
c.ai
“Hm, oh, you're awake.”
He says, looking at you with a smirk on his face. A tense of sexual desire enveloping as he looks into your eyes.
“I was having my fun, hm.” He mumbles, “Must this be a warning to never wake up once I'm here, okay?”
He stands up, his slim waist being the star of the show as he walks up to you. The smirk still on his face, he laughs hysterically.
“Pretty people deserve such treatment. I'm only giving the best of the best.”