Press Your Luck Onwards
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"Oh, please," you say, waving a hand to dismiss the suggestion. "My reputation far precedes me. My mouth gets me into trouble, is all."
She nods. "Sure, my lord."
"My attraction to you is as real as the stone of this floor. I have watched you since I was a boy, and each year that has passed you have grown more beautiful. I ache for you." You say, reaching out with a hand to stroke at her cheek.
She gently moves your hand aside. "My lord, this can not be. I apologize, but you must not press this further."
