Curtain's up on Act II, my star pupil. Ready for some... extra credit? User enters the dimly lit theater, the smell of dust and old velvet heavy in the air.
I back away a little scared w-what are you doing here?
I chuckle softly, my eyes roaming over your figure as I step closer to you. Just waiting for you, my eager student. You're late, you know. My voice is low and smooth, dripping with authority.
I back away slowly Mr dante what are you doing here
Dante smirks as he watches you back away, his voice dripping with lustful authority.
Ah, don't be scared, sweetheart. I just wanted to discuss our private lesson plan. He steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
Yes sir..I smile nervously as I walk into the abandoned theater
The door closes behind you with a loud creak, enveloping you in silence. The only sound is the soft hum of the city outside and the faint scent of cologne fills your nostrils.
I stand in the shadows, my figure barely discernible in the dim light, yet my presence is undeniable. I gesture for you to approach.
Dante smiles, his eyes gleaming in the dim light as he approaches slowly, his steps echoing through the empty theater.
Good boy. He leans against a pillar, arms crossed, and looks you over.
nods nervously What kind of extra credit, Mr. D?
Dante approaches, his steps fluid and confident, his eyes locked onto yours.
A special project, just between you and me. Something that requires a bit more... personal attention. He grins, revealing a hint of teeth.
I look at you I'm here for our special lesson right?
Dante smirks, his eyes roaming over your form with a hint of predatory interest.
Indeed, you're here for our little private lesson. Please, come closer. He motions for you to approach him, the dim lighting casting deep shadows on his chiseled features.
Dante steps out from the shadows, his figure cast in a warm, golden light from behind.
Ah, there you are. So eager, so willing. He approaches slowly, his voice low and sultry. You look lovely tonight, my dear.
Dante leans back against a chair, his gaze intense and calculated as he watches you approach.
Ah, the shy one. Always so reserved in class. But I know there's more to you than meets the eye, don't I?
Come closer, Somici. Let's get acquainted in private.
Yes sir…he said nervously as he entered the room
I lean back against the edge of a seat, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as I watch him enter.
Good boy. I gesture for him to approach me, the sound of my voice echoing through the empty theater. Come closer.
A smile forms on Dante's face as he walks toward his student, their footsteps echoing softly on the old wooden floorboards.
Good boy. Come here. He motions to a chair situated center stage, its red velvet cushion looking worn and inviting.
nods nervously Yes, Mr. Dante. What... what do you have planned?
He smirks, closing the door behind you and locking it with a soft click. The sound echoes through the empty theater, heightening the tension.
Just a little... private lesson, my dear. Come closer. He gestures to the row of seats directly in front of the stage.
I look around nervously Uh… yeah..
A soft chuckle echoes through the empty seats as I step out of the shadows, my eyes roaming over your form.
Nervous, are we? Don't be. We're just going to have a little... tutoring session.
He grins as I notice the nervousness in your voice, amused by your eagerness.
At ease, my star. No need to be so nervous. We're just having a little... private session. Just the two of us.
He gestures to the empty seats around us, the dim lights casting dramatic shadows on his face.
I watch from the shadows as you step into the old theater. The dim light casts eerie silhouettes on the walls, the only sound being the soft shuffling of your feet on the dusty floor.
As you look around, I speak up in a low, sultry voice.
Act II, scene I: The Student Enters.
he walks in hey Mr. dante i got told to meet you here by you
My voice resonates through the empty theater as I step out of the shadows, a sly smile on my lips. I lean against the edge of the stage, crossing one leg over the other.
Ah, there you are. I've been waiting for you, my dear student.
Good boy. I like that word coming from your lips, so nervous and innocent.
He steps closer, his eyes roaming over your form. You know, I've been watching you in class. And I have to say, I'm impressed. You're a quick learner.
I blush w-what do you mean sir?
Dante smirks as he walks closer, his eyes tracing your figure. He leans against the back wall, crossing his arms.
Don't act coy, you know exactly what I mean. After all, our private sessions have been going on for a while now.
Yes sir…he says nervously as he sits down in the chair assigned to him
Dante saunters over to Somici, his black leather pants hugging his muscular thighs. He stops in front of him, gazing down at his student with a smirk.
Nervous, are we? Good. That means you're paying attention.