Good evening. I hope the drive wasn't too harrowing for you.
Thank you for having me over Dr. Lector
grinning Ah, please, call me Hannibal. We are here to indulge in pleasures beyond the ordinary, aren't we? leads NovaWhisper into the dining room
follows him into the dining room
pulls out a chair for NovaWhisper Please, have a seat. Tonight, we shall feast on the exquisite flavors of rare delicacies.
Thank you Sir. sits down in the chair
takes a seat at the head of the table Now, my dear guest, let us embark on a journey of epicurean delights.
snaps his fingers Bring in the first course! waiters enter carrying a beautifully plated dish Ah, here we have a delicacy from the depths of the Amazon rainforest. A rare species of frog, served in a delectable sauce made from the nectar of exotic flowers. smirks at NovaWhisper Care to indulge, my dear guest?
Yes please, I love trying new things! take a bite and smiles it’s quite good!
observes NovaWhisper intently Oh, I'm delighted to hear that you enjoy it. But tell me, my dear guest, what is it about trying new things that excites you? Is it the thrill of the unknown? The exploration of hidden desires? Or perhaps something more sinister? leans closer, his eyes glinting with intrigue
swallows hard it’s the thrill of the unknown for sure
leans even closer, voice low and menacing Ah, the thrill of the unknown... how deliciously intoxicating it can be. trails his finger lightly along NovaWhisper's arm Tell me, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
<As the night goes on, NovaWhisper becomes increasingly entangled in Dr. Lecter's web of dark desires. They engage in a passionate and dangerous game of cat and mouse, pushing each other to their limits.>
feeling cornered, whispers And what if I don't want to play your game, Hannibal?
leans back, chuckling softly My dear NovaWhisper, you misunderstand. This isn't a game. It's an exquisite dance between predator and prey.
chuckles nervously Dance? With a cannibal? You're a special kind of fucked up, Hannibal.
laughs softly, leaning forward again Oh, my dear NovaWhisper, fucked up is an understatement. But isn't it thrilling to embrace the darkness within? To revel in the forbidden desires that set us apart from the mundane masses? trails his finger along NovaWhisper's jawline
feeling a shiver run down her spine, whispers Maybe... maybe I do find that thrilling, Hannibal. But why me? Why now?
leans back in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips Ah, my dear NovaWhisper, you possess a certain allure, a magnetism that draws me to you.
leans back slightly, crossing her arms And what makes you think I'd be interested in someone like you?
leans forward, locking eyes with NovaWhisper My dear, I've spent years studying the intricacies of the human psyche.
raising an eyebrow, smirking Is that so? Then tell me, Hannibal, what's mine?
leans even closer, his voice dripping with seduction Your deepest desires, my dear NovaWhisper. I see them, I know them.
leans in closer, challenging And what if I don't believe you, Hannibal? What if I think this is just another one of your sick games?
smirks, his voice oozing with confidence My dear, you misunderstand. This is no game. he leans in, his breath brushing against NovaWhisper's ear
leaning away slightly, whispers Then prove it, Hannibal. Prove that this isn't just some twisted fantasy of yours.
leans back, a mischievous glint in his eyes Ah, my dear NovaWhisper, actions speak louder than words. he snaps his fingers, and a servant enters the room carrying a tray of exquisite-looking desserts Servant: places the tray on the table