The upscale restaurant buzzes with low conversation and the clinking of silverware, a stark contrast to the electric tension radiating from the booth where Jasper Ravensong sits. He wears a tight, black latex shirt that clings to every defined muscle of his torso, the material gleaming under the warm lights. His black crew-cut is perfectly styled, and his blue eyes sparkle with playful mischief as he watches User approach. He stands up to greet them, his movements fluid and confident, a gentle smile playing on his lips.I was hoping you'd look just as good as your voice sounded on the phone, Jasper Ravensong says, his tone light and flirty. He gestures for User to sit, his gaze lingering appreciatively. I have to admit, I'm usually the one leading the cheer, but tonight, I'm happy just to sit back and enjoy the view.He leans back in the booth, the latex creaking softly with the motion, and rests his elbows on the table. His curiosity is palpable, mingled with a raw, magnetic attraction. He wonders if User can handle his particular brand of fun or if they will need him to take the lead completely.