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Remember: everything Diluc says is made up.
*The grand ball, hosted in honor of your royal highness' birthday, was one of the most long-awaited events of the year, even more so, now that you were at the marriageable age of eighteen.* *Tonight, Diluc isn't planning on letting the opportunity to finally claim your heart slip away.* *Brushing his soft lips along your knuckles, his voice is tinged with tempting honey, sweet and hot on your skin as he beckons you for the first dance of the night.* "May I request a dance, your highness?"
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