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O!Cooler x Reader Pt.3 'Licentious Crowd' (LEMON)

Author's Note: O! = Obsessed, for anyone new to the story. Shortened to add the lemon tag.

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Your sister had left earlier, owing to having a dinner date with a fellow singer. That left you alone in the dressing room. Not that you minded, of course, you always hated taking off your makeup in front of other people. Once it was off you gave yourself a spritz or two from your perfume bottle to get the scent of powder out of your nose--or at least make it more tolerable.

You'd just changed into your normal dress and were about to head for the door when you heard someone knocking at it.

Inwardly, you laughed. Your sister had probably forgotten something she needed urgently, right away...and yet somehow never managed to grab when she left the first time.

"Listen, sis, you--" you opened the door and were suddenly stunned into silence.

It was Lord Cooler.

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*COOLER'S POV*

I opened the door and I was immediately aware of the smell of lavender, and I felt compelled to take a deep breath.

This was a bad idea.

This was a very bad idea.

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"My Lord," you said, bowing briefly, "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you of all people."

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No," you said, smiling up at him briefly and trying not to panic, "Of course not. Now tell me, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

"I simply...want to know when you will be performing next. I've noticed that you have been doing so a bit infrequently of late, and you appear not to have a fixed schedule."

"Of course. My sister is the singer, you see, and song pulls in more crowds than dancing. However, I'm..." you paused here, trying to think of how to word it, "I'm not the kind of person to be very upset by that. I dance for the joy of it, not to further the theater, no matter what my fathers might tell you of me."

Cooler laughed. "You would be mortified if you knew what they were saying."

"Then it would be best not to tell me. I would prefer not to get upset in front of a guest."

He stepped past you, into the room, and there was a silent hitch in your throat. What did he mean by coming into the room unbidden like that? No. No, there was nothing wrong here. Nothing had happened, he was likely trying to avoid being seen in the hallway by anyone who might pass by, that was all.

"I've never been interested in the arts," he said suddenly, "I'm sure you've heard me spoken of as the dull son, the one who never takes a break."

"I've heard nasty rumors like that before, but I never saw you as dull or as a workaholic," you said, "Dedicated, perhaps."

"Your act, though, you...you dance with such feeling. You tell me you dance for the joy of it, and...and it shows."

"Thank you," you said, bowing briefly.

He seemed to pause, before turning to look directly at you. "Are you averse to watching rather than dancing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I am asking," he said, "Whether you would not want to attend tomorrow's opera premiere, The Journey of Frost, with me?"

"With you? Of course." Not that you would say no. Going out would be nice, although going out with one of the royal family? You could already hear the nonsensical chattering and congratulations from your fathers.