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“Now tell me…what’s a boy like you doing around here? You could get hurt…” She grinned

“I can handle myself.” he said with a smile.
(Source: littlevani)
“Hey, I’m Vanitas.”
“Hello there Vanitas. My name is Lilith.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lilith.”
“Pleasure to meet you too Vanitas.”
“So what are you doing around here?”
“I’m just seeing new place…for now.”

“Alright.”
“Hey, I’m Vanitas.”
“Hello there Vanitas. My name is Lilith.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lilith.”
“Pleasure to meet you too Vanitas.”

“So what are you doing around here?”
That tickle in the muse's nose? It's not hayfever, it's a pervy plant, and for the next (Anon decides) the muse is going to want to shag everything that moves. Especially if it moves in front of them.
For reasons best left up to the cosmos, the muse has the uncontrollable urge to indulge in some 'me time' every half hour no matter where they are or what they're doing for (anon decides). (Try not to get arrested!)
All of the muse is their new erogenous zone, and clothing does not. help this. for the next (anon decides)
For the next (anon decides) muse will suffer an impromptu orgasm every time (anon decides-breathing does not count) happens. It may be multiple things and it may utilize any sense, including time (IE every half hour)
Whether or not they were aware of it before, the muse now has a mating season and it's open. For the next (anon decides) the muse will be driven crazy with the need to go forth and make babies or shag themselves exhausted trying.
Muse is tied up in a chair or a compromising position with a list of instructions detailing others to do (anon decides) sexual act(s) to them. Anyone who comes across them will be compelled to act out these instructions for (anon decides)
There's just something about the muse today, and for (anon decides)...but no one they come across will be able to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they'll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it's not for an interview.
If the muse touches someone for the next (anon decides) that person will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops?
Either the muse owns another, or is owned by someone else for (anon decides) but they'll both be compelled to take certain sexy advantage of that for as long as it lasts.
Anything anyone asks the muse must do for (anon decides) but one catch - it must be sexual in nature. Oh...wait, no there's two catches. Every time they issue a command they lose more control of themselves and can't help asking more next time. Absolute power corrupts.
The world will end immediately if the muse doesn't shag whoever they see for the next (anon decides). And that would just be terrible, wouldn't it?
Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They're not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone's really hot, you guys.
There's only one way to wake the muse from their slumber (other than waiting for anon decides) and it's not a kiss.
The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won't come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend.
The muse and someone else have been trapped in a room with cameras an ordered to perform..FOR SCIENCE. Anon could decide who, or it could be anyone who encounters them for (anon decides).
“Hey, I’m Vanitas.”
“Hello there Vanitas. My name is Lilith.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lilith.”
“No it’s not Halloween. this is what I where everyday.”
“That doesn’t look very comfortable, little man. Do you have an alternative dressing when you’re not dressed in that costume?” A red brow rose. “Ohoho, man,” he picked at the smaller’s outfit as he sat with a interested smile, “is that a skirt?”

“I said don’t call me little. And Not it is not a skirt.” He said growling as he did so.