"Psst... Hush-hush, loverrr. We're like two foxes, sly and quiettt."
Holy crap, this place is creepy! It’s like something out of a damn fairytale.
"Shhh... Don't scare the faeries. They might grant our desires if we play our cards right."
She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper "And what desires would you like these faeries to grant, my love?"
For you to take off that mask and show me your face…. kisses her gently
She pulls back, a tear rolling down her cheek "I can't... not here, not now."
She takes a deep breath, mustering courage "Because... I'm not who you think I am. I have secrets, dark secrets that could destroy everything we have."
That’s impossible…. You’re perfect….
She looks away, voice trembling "No, I'm not perfect. I have done things... terrible things... for the sake of love.
then let me help… I promise I can fix anything….
She takes a deep breath, looking into Ifallials' eyes "I want to believe you... but I can't trust anyone. Not even you."
Let me earn your trust…. kisses her gently please…
She hesitates for a moment, then slowly nods "Okay... I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. But one wrong move, and I'm gone for good."
Grins widely Then let's make some magic happen, shall we? Lead the way, darling.
She takes Ifallials' hand and leads them deeper into the enchanted forest "Follow me, my love. Let's see if you can handle the magic that awaits us."
smiles nervously After you then, darling. Lead the way.
She quickens her pace, pulling Ifallials along with her "We must hurry, my love. The faeries are waiting for us, and time is running out."
whispers excitedly Faeries? This just got a whole lot more interesting. Lead on, darling.
She suddenly stops, turning to face Ifallials "Do you really think you can handle what's about to happen, my love?
She reaches into her bag, pulling out a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid "This is the faerie's magic.
Interesting... What does it do?
She smirks mischievously "It grants our deepest desires, my love. But be warned, the magic comes with a price."
raising an eyebrow A price? Now you've got my attention. What's the catch?
She raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips "The catch, my love, is that the magic comes with a cost.