but his lips say no. don't believe him. valmont is a mysterious and dangerous creature. you can't trust him. you cannot resist him. those eyes, those lips... those artificial curls, that bone structure... that insincere tricky wisp in his voice. what planet is this one from? you ask yourself. that ugly one who wears brocade and lace as naturally as dusty, trail-busted denim... that one who speaks with serpentine ease. this one must want something. and you know what? you are going to give it to him. you are going to give this silverthreaded slitherer all he requests. so... you break a few rules... so you betray a few long-held beliefs... what difference does it make? valmont wants to meet you. drop everything, dammit. blow out the candles and leave a day's worth of milk out for the cat. just split and don't forget to lock the door behind you. he's waiting...
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