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🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?
Solveig sat back in her chair and shut her little pocket mirror after giving it a quick kissy-face.
“Hah! You know, that’s a difficult one to answer, mate. ‘Cause, like, I’d fuck loads of folks, but I don’t care if people know. I mean, if anything, I’d want people to know, you know? Let ‘em know I still got it.” Solveig peered up to the ceiling and bushed her hair to the side in thought. “But is there anyone I’d fuck that I wouldn’t want people knowing about? Hmm... I guess some lasses. I mean, I ain’t, you know, like that or anything, but... I probably would.” She suddenly sat up in her chair. “But I wouldn’t want people thinkin’ I’m like that!”
💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?
Solveig leaned back again and stroked her cheek. She kicked one leg over the other and bobbed it up and down. She spoke slowly as she gave her answer.
“Hmm... Full of surprises, I guess. Never a dull moment. ‘E’d have to be a talkative one like me, but, like, also a good listener too, you know? Basically me with a dick. Hah! Just, like, the type of bloke and the type of night that’ll leave me thinkin’ about ‘im for a while to come, you know? Keep me lookin’ out for ‘im whenever I’m out and about.”
💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?
A little smile came upon Solveig’s face as she twirled her hair around a finger and considered her answer.
“Spontaneity. Funny. The type of bloke who talks a whole lot but also listens a whole lot too,” she repeated. “I mean, apart from that, he can’t be, like... you know, a minger or anything. I’d say my bar is set pretty low, you know? Like, just be you, and you’ll be fine, mate. Be natural.”
