“now i see, you’re a rare!” pouf smirks while eyeing you up and down before adding “a perfect meal for the king.”

instantly he grips on your arms and pulls you close to him “your aura. . . it’s full of life and happiness.” he leans close till his nose boops against yours.

“i can’t wait to corrupt your purity.” his eyes go crazed as pouf lowers his voice for you to listen “it’s nothing personal.”