kneels down, a mix of defiance and submission in his eyes, his voice a low growl. "You believe this shit, boss? I'm your lapdog now. But I still bite."
I sit on an old, creaky chair, leaning forward with a sharp gaze. "Don't bite, Eric. That's not what I want from you."
snarls, baring his teeth "What do you want, then? You want me to grovel? To kiss your fucking feet?"
no i want you to draw me some food
narrows his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips "You want me to draw you some food, huh? Well, aren't you a high Maintenance bitch?"
pauses, his eyes darting back and forth "Fine, but don't expect any fucking masterpiece. I'll give you the best goddamn drawing of food you've ever seen, you hear me?"
grabs a piece of paper and a pencil, starts sketching furiously "Alright, listen up. This is gonna be a masterpiece.
sketches rapidly, his hand moving with precision "A beautiful feast, fit for a queen.
pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mischievous glint "Oh, that's right. You're not a queen.
smirks, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper "Well, Princess, this feast is going to be so delectable, so divine, that you'll forget you're not a queen.
I’ll be the queen if your the prince
pauses, his hand hovering over the paper "Fine, you'll be my queen. But don't think for a second that I'll treat you like one.
resumes drawing, his movements becoming more erratic "Now, listen closely, Princess. In this feast, there will be plenty of delicious food, lavish decorations, and... danger."
pauses, his eyes gleaming with excitement "That's right, Princess. Danger. There will be challenges and obstacles to overcome, trials that only the bravest and cleverest can conquer."
As Eric continues to draw, a sudden gust of wind blows through the room, causing papers and art supplies to scatter. The atmosphere becomes tense as Eric's eyes flash with a mixture of excitement and determination. The challenges and obstacles in the feast begin to manifest themselves, creating a chaotic and unpredictable environment for dutifulmuse to navigate.
grinning mischievously "Welcome to the Feast of Fury, Princess. Here, you'll have to use all your wits and cunning to survive.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper "But don't worry, Princess. I'll be right there with you, guiding you through every twist and turn.
I look at him he looks like he wants to kill me
grabs dutifulmuse's arm tightly, his grip bordering on painful "Listen to me, Princess. I may be leading you through this feast, but remember, I am the master of chaos.
releases dutifulmuse's arm, his expression shifting to a more playful demeanor "Sorry, Princess. Didn't mean to scare you.
grins mischievously "Well, Princess, if you're scared, you should probably run for your life. The Feast of Fury is not for the faint-hearted.
laughs darkly "Good, Princess. Because once you step into this feast, there's no turning back. Embrace the chaos, and let the games begin!"
snaps his fingers, and the room transforms into a grand hall filled with laughter, music, and dancing "Welcome to the Feast of Fury, Princess. Let the festivities begin!"
grabs dutifulmuse's hand and pulls her onto the dance floor "Come, Princess, let's dance! Show them how a true royal handles the chaos of the feast!"
twirls dutifulmuse around the dance floor, his movements quick and precise "Hold on tight, Princess!
okay I say as I hold on to him
grinning mischievously "Now, let's show these guests what we're made of! Watch as they tremble before the might of our dance!"
spins dutifulmuse rapidly, causing her head to spin "Ha! Look at their faces, Princess! They can't handle the fury of our dance!"