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„Can I buy you a drink?“ Reilly could hear a voice coming from her side. A young man had just sat down next to her. He definitely fit into the group of boys that she was looking for, cute and seemingly unattached. The only woman in his life so far was a giant spider that could very well be male since he had not found out how to tell male spiders from female ones yet, and it was unlikely to change anytime soon since the women who had reacted to his advances in any way so far had been ugly. The beautiful women of Demios were all lesbians it seemed.
He couldn’t help but wonder whether that extremely attractive blonde was one of them as well, but this time he just didn’t care. She was attractive enough that he would risk making a fool of himself. His pick up line hadn’t been the best – he had the feeling that he should have recited poetry or at least told her of his adventures in the Arakmatan desert if he wanted to get to know her better – but there were times when his brain just didn’t function particularly well, usually before he had drunk.
And so Tristan L’Evienne, most imperial little brother, enfant terrible, wannabe artist, club manager (and thane!) sat there, looked at her from out of deep green eyes and smiled his most brilliant smile, hoping that she would at least be willing to talk to him.
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