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Zehail bowed on top of his tightrope as he dived off once more, doing a multitude of spins, flips and corkscrews on his way down. Landing in the hay, he got out gracefully and stepped off of the stage. He headed to his dressing room to see that the prince had returned, and was already looking for him. He was eager...he liked that.
"Looking for me?" Zehail said in that smooth talking voice of his as he approached the prince. He flashed a coy smile at him before walking into his dressing room. "Follow me." Zehail told the Prince, gesturing him in with nothing but his index finger. He approached the mirror and saw the sweat beading down his skin, giving his body a soft, luminous afterglow that shined in the light, highlighting every inch and crease of his body and muscles.
Grabbing a ratty rag, he wiped himself down, leaving a smaller layer of sweat on his skin. Zehail then turned around to face the Prince. He leaned back on his dresser and crossed his arms, involuntarily flexing his massive biceps at the same time. "So, why is that you want to achieve a body like mine?" Zehail asked. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure the boy knew why he was doing this.
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