You’d heard of the traveling salesman who had this mysterious pheromone perfume around town. At least it seemed like some plain old snake oil but you’d found yourself with a small bottle in your hands, gently rubbing some of the silky liquid into your wrists and eventually forgot about it, that was until you were walking by Arthur who promptly caught your wrist, bringing it up to his nose to inhale the sweetness.

You swore you could hear a soft groan leave his lips before his darkened eyes gazed down at you.

“Arthur?” You asked, feeling a hot flush run across your cheeks.

“Come on Darlin’” Arthur said, promptly tugging you along towards his tent with no room for argument.