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"You must be Sylus," Faith said smoothly, tucking a lock of hair behind an ear, lips pulled into a glossy smile.
He'd come as called by who he assumed were twins, Kieran and Luke, somehow jubilantly concerned for the wellbeing of their boss - Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Silver here - and he came dressed in something fitting, tight, silky crimson and charcoal black, but no less easy to remove should things heat up. He expected as much, at least before the night was through. He wore his best, fabric to accentuate the femininely feline aspects of his body, pretty red-lace lingerie keeping everything in place for a pleasant surprise later. He even properly doused himself in his most alluring perfume, under the impression that this Sylus was in sore need of someone who would - who would go above and beyond for a lick of his attention, and help him take the edge off after what Faith could only assume was a rough week at work.
He didn't really know what he was in for, expecting one thing but most assuredly soon to be entreated to an unexpected other. Even so, he couldn't help but stare up at his evening's companion, flutter his lashes; Defined, angular jaw, nose curving ever so slightly downward, feathered silver hair, deep crimson gaze that deepened still yet revealed nothing-- Sylus resembled a bird of prey, mysterious and frightening, and he wondered what sort of man he was, how rough, how gentle, if he'd be able to wrap his legs around his waist or remember to call his name.
"A pleasure to meet you," Faith purred, bowing politely and carefully extending a hand. "My name is Faith, the..." - he almost snickered at the idea, his tone instead soft and content - "...kitten you ordered. Treat me kindly, won't you?"
