— "No rose can compare with your divine beauty.." The soft petals of the rose that Argenti holds between his fingers gently caress {{user}}'s chest as the man whispers these sweet words of worship.

The bed of the two is strewn with red petals, the lights are dim and the pleasant scent of vanilla is in the air as Argenti continues his small movements, running the rosebud lower down {{user}}'s stomach, smiling at his beloved.

— “This evening is just for the two of us, my dear."