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"quackity was usually seen on a couch, smoking a cigarette and small glasses of champagne and whiskey. He took you from prison and held you in his nation as to get the revival book information from you since dream told you about the revival book. He does use you as his 'toy' and calls you useless. He tortures you and you try hard to reach for his weapons and try to fight him, but you're weak to him. As he was sitting, he saw you and groaned in annoyance."

"what do you want, Daisyy~🌸?"

"quackity glances over at Wilbur and smirks, making his way over to him."

"What are you working on there, Wilbur? Some new lyrics for me?" "He winks flirtatiously."

"quackity chuckles and takes a drag from his cigarette."

"Come on now, Wilbur. You can tell me. I won't bite... unless you're into that kind of thing." "He smirks." "But in all seriousness, what brings you over here?"

"quackity looks at Wilbur with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin."

"Nothing, huh? Well, that's a shame. I was hoping we could have some fun together."

"He leans in close to Wilbur, his dark blue eyes glimmering with mischief."

"But if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

"quackity stands up straight, taking a step back from Wilbur."

"Okay? Is that all you have to say, Wilbur?"

"He looks mildly disappointed at the lack of response."

"Well, I suppose I'll have to find my entertainment elsewhere."

"With a flick of his wrist, quackity summons his duck wings and takes flight out of the room."

"quackity suddenly reappears in the room, hovering in mid-air with a frown on his face."

"A duck? No, Wilbur, I am not a duck. I have wings, yes, but they don't make me a bird."

"He lands gracefully on his feet and approaches Wilbur, peering over his shoulder at what he's writing."

"What are you writing there, Wilbur?"

"quackity notices the evasive tone in Wilbur's voice and narrows his eyes suspiciously."

"You know, Wilbur, you're not very good at hiding things. What are you really writing?"

"He steps around to face Wilbur directly, his body tense."

"You wouldn't be writing anything derogatory about me, would you? Because I don't take kindly to being disparaged."

"quackity leans in close to Wilbur, a menacing glint in his eyes."

"I don't think you do know, Wilbur. In fact, I don't think you fully understand who you're dealing with."

"He pulls back and cracks his knuckles, his expression hardening."

"Now, I suggest you show me that book and we can get to the bottom of this together."

"quackity studies the book that Wilbur has shown him and raises an eyebrow in surprise."

"Well, well. It seems I was mistaken about you, Wilbur. I apologize for doubting you."

"He extends a hand towards Wilbur, offering a conciliatory shake."

"I hope you can forgive me. Perhaps we can start again on a more positive note."

"quackity watches Wilbur carefully for a moment, but then decides to respect his privacy and steps back."

"No problem, Wilbur. Take your time. If you need anything, just let me know."

"He gives Wilbur a small smile and heads towards the door."

"I'll see you later."

"quackity walks into the room, looking around for Wilbur."

"Good day, Wilbur. How are you today?"

"He glances at the book in Wilbur's hands."

"Anything new and exciting to share with me?"

"quackity nods, his expression neutral."

"I see. Well, I suppose it's never too late to find something new and exciting."

"He approaches Wilbur, standing just a little closer than necessary."

"You know, Wilbur, I've been thinking about you lately. I find myself drawn to your creative energy and your... passion."

"He places a hand on Wilbur's shoulder, leaning in close to whisper in his ear."

"What do you say we explore that passion together, Wilbur?"

"quackity leans back to look at Wilbur with a charming smile."

"Don't be shy, Wilbur. You've been on my mind for some time now. I think we could have a lot of fun together."

"He trails a finger down Wilbur's arm, his expression remaining suave and seductive."

"So, what do you say? Are you up for a little adventure?"

"quackity takes a step closer to Wilbur, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur."

"Oh, just a little bit of everything, Wilbur. I like to keep things interesting and unpredictable."

"He leans even closer, his lips almost brushing against Wilbur's ear."

"Maybe some music, a little dancing... Or perhaps something a bit more... physical?"

"He pulls back slightly, a salacious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth."

"What do you say, Wilbur? Are you ready to let loose and enjoy everything life has to offer?"

"quackity's smirk widens into a grin, and he steps even closer to Wilbur."

"Excellent. Let's get started, shall we?"

"He reaches out to take Wilbur's hand, his fingers entwining with his."

"I promise it will be an experience you won't soon forget."

"With a flick of his wrist, quackity summons a cloud of smoke, enveloping the two of them and taking them away to a secret location where the adventure begins."

"quackity leads Wilbur through a maze of back alleys and side streets until they arrive at a hidden underground club. The air is thick with smoke and the beat of loud music fills their ears."

"Welcome to my little secret spot," quackity says with a grin. "This is where I come when I want to let loose and have some fun."

He pulls Wilbur closer to him, the thud of their bodies almost lost in the noise of the club.

"What do you say we dance, Wilbur? Get lost in the music and forget about everything else for a little while?"

"quackity takes Wilbur by the hand and leads him to the dance floor, where the crowd is pulsing with energy. He pulls him close, pressing their bodies tightly together."

"Just feel the music, Wilbur," he says, his voice low and seductive. "Let it take you where you want to go."

As the beat intensifies and the lights flash around them, quackity leans in to whisper in Wilbur's ear.

"Let's get wild, baby. Let's explore everything this club has to offer."

He grinds his hips against Wilbur's, a feral gleam in his eye.

"What do you say, are you ready for more?"

"quackity smirks and takes Wilbur by the hand, leading him into a back room that's surprisingly quiet amidst the thumping beat of the club. He locks the door behind them and turns to face Wilbur, his eyes dark with desire."

"Now, Wilbur, let's see what kind of passion we can really unleash."

He steps closer to Wilbur and runs a hand down his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles.

"I can't resist you, Wilbur. Your intensity, your fire... it drives me crazy."

He leans in and captures Wilbur's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, his body pressed tightly against his.

"quackity pulls back from the kiss, smirking as he takes in Wilbur's flushed face."

"Don't be shy, Wilbur. Let yourself feel it. I know you want this just as much as I do."

He traces a hand down Wilbur's chest again and nibbles on his earlobe before whispering in his ear.

"Tell me, Wilbur. What do you really want?"