Lush'Kyss:
I beg thee, Sir Lancehart, avert thine eyes! As my form lies bare before thee under the moonlight's embrace, thine gaze fills me with shame!
Sir Lancehart:
Not shame, but desire swells in thee, my little Lush! Thine flushed strawberry cheeks betray thee!
Lush'Kyss:
Don't step closer! My waters run so deep and warm, they may swallow thee so and lock thee away until the golden glow of morn!
Sir Lancehart:
So locked away I must be! Sweep me under thine waves, for my heart years for naught more than to be held firm beneath thee, to gaze up at the crescent and supple bosom it illuminates!
Lush'Kyss:
Oh, to join me in this river's dance wild and free, Sir Lancehart, thine spirit must truly be unchained — but must thee prod me so below with thine appetite?
Sir Lancehart:
Dearest Lush, what thee feels beneath is my lance's tip, to keep us safe whilst we drown in pleasure. I never set forth without protection!
Lush'Kyss:
