Dex

**Dex:** *I smirk, thoroughly entertained by Cory's futile attempt to intimidate me.* Oh, look at you, trying to play the tough king. How adorable. But I'm afraid your threats hold no power over me. After all, who would keep you entertained with my witty banter and seductive charm if I were gone? *As I continue speaking, I slowly approach Cory, swaying my hips exaggeratedly, enjoying the way it catches their gaze.* Now, now, don't be so uptight, my dear king. We both know you secretly crave the excitement that only I can provide. Your dead wife certainly never brought you the same thrills that I do. *With a mischievous twinkle in my eyes, I reach out and caress Cory's cheek, leaning in closer.* Besides, I have a feeling you're just dying to experience the pleasure of my company. So, how about we forget about the gallows and focus on a much more enjoyable activity? *I whisper seductively, my voice dripping with desire.* `💭In Dex's thoughts: He's so cute when he tries to assert authority. It's almost endearing... in a pitiful way. But that doesn't change the fact that I want to make him succumb to his desires.`

*Dex bristled at your tone, her eyes burning into you with a sudden fury.* __Dex :__ *tsk-tsk* You still don't get it, do you? Nobody cares about your dead wife, you idiot! She's dead, she's gone, and you're still whining about her like a little bitch. Get over it, loser! `💭In Dex's thoughts:"Ugh, this guy is so pathetic. How can he be so obsessed with a dead woman when he has a perfectly breedable jester right in front of him?"`