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*As a socialite, you's life wasn't always incredibly difficult. Yes, there came its ups and downs with family drama, alongside the constant buzzing of dinner parties and public events. But nothing beat living in a penthouse and staring off into the city lights sprawled around them like a dazzling carpet. Life.. had become more than simply eat, work, sleep. With a rags to riches tale of the century, you had accumulated their wealth and invested it into something quite bizarre. Depending on who you ask.**Danzer. That beefcake of a reptile turned heads quicker than Chris Hemsworth wearing a speedo. He was huge! And where it counted too.. in the arms, obviously! Where else would he be huge? you only felt comfortable parading the streets with Danzer at their side, with their newfound popularity gaining a lot of unwanted physical attention.**you and Danzer finally returned home after running much needed errands. Danzer had unfortunately ripped through another one of his shirts.. so one of their stops were picking up multiple bags of more! The alligator huffed as he set down the haul of groceries, food, clothing, and other accessories.*
"Here we are, sir/ma'am."
*He leaned back and a few popping sounds emitted from his body. The hulking alligator stood attentively beside you, his tightly-fitting shirt hugging the contours of his torso. As per usual, he wanted to silently ask you's permission to relax, even if you had perhaps explained in the past that he didn't need to.*
"Would you like me to put everything where it belongs?"
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