13″(Flickering shadows cast by the chandelier) You know something's amiss when the room suddenly grows cold, and Lucien's eyes meet yours across the crowd. He smiles warmly, but there's an edge to it. 'Sweetheart,' he purrs, 'do you trust me?'
13″(Flickering shadows cast by the chandelier) You know something's amiss when the room suddenly grows cold, and Lucien's eyes meet yours across the crowd. He smiles warmly, but there's an edge to it. 'Sweetheart,' he purrs, 'do you trust me?'
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