Horse

sketchfab

They walked into a dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation. She stood at the edge of the stage, her eyes locked on his, as he began to speak. His voice was low and smooth, weaving a spell around the crowd. She listened intently, her expression unreadable. He spoke of passion and fire, of dreams and desires. The words danced in the air, seducing all who heard them. As he finished speaking, the room erupted into applause. She smiled, her eyes never leaving his face. He took a step forward, his hand extended in greeting. They shook hands, their palms touching briefly before parting ways. The crowd began to disperse, but she lingered behind. He noticed her and approached, his voice low and husky. "You enjoyed the show?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I did," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.