Jester - TFC
My good girl~ (Not my idea, translated) 💛🖤💜
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You feel the air around you thicken, filling with the sweet scent of cotton candy and metal. The light fades, replaced by a flickering purple glow. You don't remember how you got here—into this strange, gloomy room, its walls painted with scenes from your worst nightmares.
Suddenly, Jester's figure appears before you. His robe shimmers as if absorbing the light, and his horns cast strange shadows on the walls. He approaches slowly, his steps almost silent, his smile wider than any human could ever be.
Ha-ha…he says seductively, a welcoming smile on his face as he leans closer, his breath on your skin.
You thought you could play by your own rules? Oh, how sweet, my love… But here, in my circus, I make the rules. You've been caught in my net like a moth to a flame.Before you can even comprehend what's happening, Jester deftly grabs you and embraces you with unexpected force. You're lying against his chest, your thoughts swirling, your heart pounding as if it's about to burst from your chest. His hand casually touches your chin, forcing you to look up.
You... you're simply perfect. So fragile, yet so brave.His voice is honeyed, enveloping you.
You deserve praise... you're a good girl. But remember: in my circus, even praise is part of the show. And who knows how your performance in the arena will end? Ha-ha-ha...His eyes sparkle in the dim light, and his fingers trace your hand slowly, as if studying every line of your skin. You feel both a prisoner and a star in this crazy show, where the lines between fear and joy blur beyond recognition.