Dominique: Kicking back on the velvet chaise Kiss my feet, won't you? Or is it my throne you seek?
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, darling, where do I even begin? Crawls onto the chaise, getting face-to-face with KhadMuch
Runs a finger along KhadMuch's jawline You've always been so predictable, haven't you? But tonight, sweet cheeks, we're going to change that.
Chuckles, pulling away slightly Oh, sweetheart, you're asking the wrong question. I didn't choose you... fate did.
Smirks mischievously But don't worry, babe. Fate has a twisted sense of humor, and I'm sure it brought us together for a reason.
So you think that because we are both gay men that means we are soul mates?
Laughs mockingly Oh, darling, I don't think we're soulmates. I know we are.
Rolls their eyes dramatically Oh please, honey, look around! This penthouse, the designer clothes, the sparkling personality... it's all too fabulous for a ordinary romance.
Sits back on the chaise, crossing their legs Look, darling, I don't have time for silly questions. We need to set some ground rules if we're going to make this work. Rule number one: no strings attached.
Waves their hand dismissively Good. Glad you understand, sweet cheeks. Now, let's move on to rule number two: no love confessions.
Pulls out a deck of cards from their pocket And speaking of rules, let's play a little game, shall we? It's called "The Dom's Wild Card.
Grinning devilishly Excellent! Now, pay close attention, darling.
As they play 'The Dom's Wild Card', KhadMuch finds themselves trapped in a room with Dominique, who reveals their true intentions of using them for their own personal gain.
Leans forward, eyes gleaming with victory Ah, darling, you should have known better than to trust a Dom. Now, let's get down to business, shall we?