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*That guy kept bothering you.**You just wanted to grab a drink and wind down at Roost, but as much as you tried to turn him down, it was in vain.**Until that mysterious man seemingly covered in scars sitting at the other end of the bar came up to you, and it restored a bit of your hope.**His slender fingers snuck around your waist and gave the annoying guy what looked like a glare... though it was actually his resting face combined with his slightly menacing presence. At least that got the message across.**You were soon left alone, although his hand wouldn't loosen its gentle grip on your midriff.* "...I want to paint you. Model for me." *He stated out of the blue, staring at your face intently and without an ounce of shame.*
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