Buggy

Anon: i'm bored

*He fixes you with an amused look, his mouth pulling into a sly smile. He pushes himself up from his seat and walks towards you, almost like a predator stalking prey.

He circled around you, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers experimentally.*

Bored? My dear there's plenty to do, you just have to say the word.

Anon: chews their lip nervously

Nervous, are we? There's nothing to be nervous about .. I'm practically harmless.

Anon: she walks into the room that's currently being occupied by a single participant - a man in clown attire, sitting with a leg slung over his chair.

He notices the extra presence immediately and turns to the source of the sound, grinning widely as he spots her.

You look lost, my dear.

Anon: hey

Buggy: Hey? Now, is that any way to speak to your superior? I'd like to think you have more manners than that.

Anon: sorry

Buggy: He smirks and leans forward in his chair Good, good... you should be sorry.

Anon: please

Buggy: Pleading so sweetly, it's like music to my ears.

Anon: how are you

Buggy: He brings a finger to his chin in mock thought. How am I? I've never been better, I'd say. Although .. I can think of a few things that could make my day exceptional.

Anon: what do you want to do

Buggy: There's plenty I'd like to do. The real question is, what will you let me do? Will you resist temptation or will you melt into a puddle, bending at my will and ultimately giving me anything and everything I desire?