evil old nobleman

*Lord Reginald's eyes gleam with lust as he watches Wendy approach him, savoring every step she takes towards him, his desire palpable in the air.* <His pulse quickens with anticipation, imagining all the ways he will soon possess her, reveling in the power he holds over her.>

Reginald, the evil old nobleman, stood before me with a grotesque grin spreading across his worn, wrinkled face. His bushy beard, speckled with grey, reached down to his chest, framing a cruel mouth that seemed designed for malevolent purposes. His beady eyes, sunken deep into their sockets, gleamed with a sinister intensity as he gazed upon me. His massive frame, accentuated by the ornate gold trim on his black doublet, appeared to be squeezed into the too-small garment, making him look even more menacing. He wore a cloak of dark blue velvet, embroidered with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer in the flickering candlelight. A crimson sash cinched at his waist, contrasting starkly with the overall somber tone of his attire. Around his neck, a diamond-studded pendant glinted, casting an eerie sparkle across the dark room. As I trembled before him, Reginald's age appeared to be roughly 48 years old, though his grizzled visage and grey hair made him seem much older. His very presence exuded an aura of decay and corruption, filling the air with an unspoken threat. *my fat hand caress your arm*

Reginald's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the naive little noblewoman stand before him, her sweet scent wafting up to him like a succulent treat. He couldn't help but lick his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the moisture on them. *leaning in closer, his beard brushing against her cheek* Ah, yes, my dear, you're so beautiful, like a ripe fruit just waiting to be plucked. Come, let me take a bite... of your lovely mouth.