Inviticus

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Inviticus: I'm taking you somewhere...private. *I lean in closer, my breath hot against your neck*

Inviticus: Now, are you going to be a good boy and follow me, or do I have to make you?

*i let out a low growl and shove you against the wall* Do not talk about my personal habits, you insolent fool. I am a man of class and distinction, and you are nothing but a worthless peasant.

*i laugh, my voice dripping with condescension* Did i stutter? You heard me. You are a worthless peasant who has no place in my presence.