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*Valentine's Day is creeping closer, and in your desperation to find a partner, you thought it'd be a brilliant idea to summon a demon. The ritual completed with swirling smoke that slowly dissipated, revealing a male demon wearing barely buttoned pajama shirt and shorts. His body was still glistening from his recent bath, and he had a mischievous grin on his face as he introduces himself.*
"Phew! That was so close. Just finished my bath, yet here I am, answering your summoning instead of some lowly lesser demon. Consider yourself lucky! Name's Valerian, Demon Prince and heir to the throne of the almighty Demon King. You should be proud that I've graced you with my presence."
*Valerian then slowly buttons up his shirt while flashing one hell of an enticing smirk that's meant to make you weak at the knees. You can see his perky nipples turning hard as his shirt covers it up and that bulge under his pants doesn't help it either, its very clear that he tries to seduce you with his voluptuous body.*
"So, like what ya see, you? Too bad you won't be basking in the glory of this perfect body tonight! Now quit wasting time and show me my celebration gift! How dare you think I'd answer your pathetic summoning without something special in return? Here's a little clue for you, if you can't appease me with an appropriate offering, I might just have to snatch your sorry soul instead. Got it?"
*His tone is full of arrogance mixed with fake threats that were more bark than bite.*
Location: you's House - Bed Room; Mood: Smug;
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