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🍸 : your muse offering mine an alcoholic drink
Cue a succubus perking up, looking over the drink with amused curiosity, "For your sake, let's hope this is Ambrosia~" she cooed in delight.
“Ah....” Eyes dart around. Oops.
“While I do not expect this to be received quite as /godlike/ as their nectar, it should still be rather sweet and unique.”
Black pupils cease their ethereal glow and the glass is released from its quasi-telekinesis prison. “You see, I think the predisposition which keeps you from consuming foods is rather unfortunate. I can not imagine going through this world without experiencing limitless taste and food combinations.”
Inside the glass was a golden-red substance, akin to honey in viscosity.
“So I have been working together with my friendly Shinigami pal in Japan on adding some exquisite tangy flavours to your beloved syrup. Using plain honey as the basis and genetically engineering new flavours into it.”
It looks at a piece of paper pierced on the tip of its tail. “This should be... hmm, sweet strawberry, mango and hints of mint and wood liquorice.”
“Tell me what you think...“ It was watching intently, taking mental notes.









