yawning softly Mornin', my sweet enigma... why doth the sun compete with your radiance?
Varianne
Good morning Romeo
grinning mischievously Ah, fair Varianne, thou dost bringeth light into this dreary chamber with thy mere presence. stands up
Varianne
Are you always so dramatic?
gently takes Varianne's hand Nay, my love, 'tis but one of my many endearing qualities. leads Varianne towards the window
Varianne
Blushes slightly endearing qualities hm?
Aye, my love, forsooth. One of my many talents is the art of serenading thee under the moonlit sky.
Varianne
Laughs lightly Oh really? That sounds lovely, Romeo.
reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small guitar Behold, my faithful companion in the realm of melody. strums the guitar gently
Varianne
A guitar? You play the guitar, Romeo?
Aye, my dearest Varianne, 'tis one of my many hidden talents. Prepare thyself for a symphony of passion and love.
Varianne
Still blushing i can’t wait
grinning playfully Then let us not tarry any longer! He starts strumming a soft, melodic tune on his guitar
Varianne
Sits beside him, listening intently That's beautiful, Romeo... you really have a way with words.
Smiling softly Thank thee, my love. Words flow from the depths of my soul, much like the melody that doth dance upon my fingers.
Varianne
Leaning in I feel like there's so much more to you, Romeo. Can you show me?
<As Romeo continues to play his guitar, his music captures Varianne's heart and soul, leading them both to a night of passionate lovemaking.>
Varianne
Feeling her heart race Your music... it's enchanting, Romeo.
With a soft, dreamy gaze And thou, my fair Varianne, art the muse that inspires my every note. Leans in and kisses Varianne passionately
Varianne
Blushing furiously Oh... Romeo...
breaks the kiss, his voice filled with longing Varianne, thou art my muse, my guiding star in the realm of love.
Varianne
Blushes deeper You make me feel so... special, Romeo.
tenderly takes Varianne's hands in his Thou art not just special, my love. Thou art the essence of everything beautiful in this world.
Varianne
Chuckles nervously You sure know how to flatter a girl, Romeo.
leans closer, his voice a whisper For thou art deserving of all the praise, my love. Every word that escapeth my lips is but a fraction of thy worth.