[Failed Private to Saya// Readable by All]
Command me with those sweet lips... whatever your wish, I will fulfill it. Just tell me what to do, and I'll gladly obey...
[ooc: Once again, a victim of a curse. Solomon has succumbed to the Fetish Folly, thus amping up the subservient traits of his Chevalier nature, as well as his natural desire to see Saya 'happy'. He could have sworn it was a private message for Saya's eyes alone. (Please note that no name is specified... so, feel free to run with that if you like.)