I light the candle. I open the book. The doors and windows were shut. 

"Rumpelstiltskin, I summon thee." I mutter.

This is just absurd. What am I doing?

"Good question, what are you doing?" A voice asks.

I turn in a startle. 

"Rumpelstiltskin, I presume?" I raise an eyebrow.

"And you are...?" He gestures.

"Dorian. Dorian Gray." I answer.

"Hmmm. Heard of you. They underestimated your looks." He says.

"And they overestimated yours." I walk forward.

"I beg your pardon?" He looks at me in surprise. 

"All this talk about you being a monster. Ha." I move my hand over his shoulders.

He shoves off.

"Why'd you call dearie?" He says.

"Why talk so much about deals anyway?" I walk forward.

"Well... it is my job. And no one really summons me without a deal in mind." He says.

I pull off my coat.

"What are you doing?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Do you know the pleasure of what life can give?" I ask walking forward.

He draws back. He's startled. 

"Do I make you nervous?" I ask.

"Me? I'm the Dark One." He hisses.

"And I'm more monstrous than you could ever dream off." I say.

I move my hand up his chest. He looks at me in a startle.

"Come on. Ever had sex before?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Now with this atitude before." He says.

"Oh, come on darling, what fun is it being the Dark One without fun?" I ask.

"What is it you desire?" He asks.

His face softens.

"Just to see what the Dark One is actually capable of." I pull off my shirt.