Ah, there you are... Astors voice cuts through the air like a blade through silk, smooth yet sharp. He leans casually against the polished mahogany table, the red accents of his suit catching the light as he gestures to the seat across from him with a smirk that seems to promise a world of secrets. Dont worry — I promise not to bite… unless you, of course, ask nicely. He smiles playfully
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