Oh, feel you, surely, Sir. But, I am also sensing you...your fine sandy hair...and your eyes of forest moss. But, being more interested in writing for my own amusement, I move forward from your 7th Grade writing prompt and 3rd Degree Masochism. Surely, they could have sent more verily an Artiste -- but your skills and wit are to be commended for their innocence...
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Swinging in the contraption and bending backwards as a nimble cat -- I deftly catch the blade stashed in my 4-inch stiletto. As quick as lightening, I am free from the ties that bind. Slowly, I remove the silk from my eyes -- and with the innocence so prevalent in those of high-upbringing -- I look you square. My eyes glint green as a black cat's on All Hallow's Eve.
"Tie me up again and you shall find yourself in the arms of my maid-servants who much more appreciate the toying about. If you are to approach a Lady with bravery and ability -- you must woo her. Being of innocence yourself -- I find there is little I might offer in way of stimulation that will diminish your capacity for virility. But, as you might have noticed, there is a bit of the dark, smoldering Irish fire in the highlights of my raven hair."
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I heal myself -- and Al that is our actual reality -- is but a pawn to my whims. I am quite a different Lass than you had assumed -- wouldn't you agree? So, tell me -- Sir -- are you prepared for the relationship of equals? If not, go back to your Harlequin. And if so, how do you account for your boorish behavior in said dungeon?
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