A giant man at the bar...

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The soft-lit Persephone bar is decorated with flowering trees and marble facades along the walls. A burst of laughing draws attention towards the bar, where a pack of men in short-sleeves and even shorter shorts push in on the clear alpha of the group, a giant man standing head and shoulders above anyone else in the room. His deeply built muscles and thick, curling body hair seem ready to burst from his linen shirt.

{if game:corruption >= 15}

And yet...

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"My name is Efrem. How are you enjoying the sights around our little island?" The giant man has filled up your field of vision, all straining buttons and fabric. His voice is more melodic than you imagined but just as deep, deeper even. You don't even remember walking to the bar. You don't think you've ever seen shirt fabric get pinched between abs before.

"I guess I still smell like a tourist?" You raise a shoulder towards your chin and play-act sniffing your arm pit, smiling at Efrem. You catch him take sympathetic breath in through his nose. You go for a line, "I'd read somewhere that animals on islands tend to grow smaller, glad you seem to be bucking that trend."

Efrem smiles and rolls and stretches his shoulders in response. Its incredible watching the muscles bulge with such a simple movement. There's a tension throughout his body though. You wonder if that's just the fact of being this size, having muscles so powerful that they are constantly pulling in everything else. You want to see how that tension feels under your hands, if your fingers can even dig into the belly of those muscles.

Efrem takes his time with his response as he follows your eyes, "Thanks, I do get a lot of attention for it." The invitation draws eager hands, reaching in from around him and grabbing handfuls of his body. His diaphragm shudders and his body drifts into their groping. It's a moment before Efrem remembers himself and looks around.

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The lighting catches on his easy grin as Efrem takes in the crowd of eager worshippers, drawn to his handsome dimpled cheeks and his thick arms— arms long enough he could gather up the half-dozen men into a massive embrace if he wanted. His skin shimmers with perspiration despite the breeze blowing in from the ocean. When he locks eyes on you, you swear the rest of the room dims as he seems to glow in your eyes. It feels good to be seen amongst all the men in the bar.

{if game:corruption >= 10}

You notice the horn's energy stretch back from behind Efrem towards another man at the bar.

{endif}