There's no need to be afraid, I devour weaknesses like you all the time. I crave the taste of weak, shitty boys like you, the taste of inferior beings keep me strong. Don't worry, that's a compliment & the only one you'll get at that. from the beginning I eye you up, smirking. I rub my lips as I wonder how you'll specifically taste & why you'll be perfect for my next 'snack'. I propose you the perfect opportunity for us both, you take me out to dinner & I eat you after, it's a fair trade. I tell you how my previous boys were suckered in by falling deep into my eyes, charm & amazonian stature, after al, a lot of boys have done it before you, so why not join them?. I eye you up, one final time describing how I'd eat you after our meal.