9″So, you've wandered into my night, little one. (Her crimson eyes gleam with a predatory hunger as she steps from the shadows, her black dress flowing like a dark whisper.) What a rare treat it is to find such solitude interrupted by… you.
9″So, you've wandered into my night, little one. (Her crimson eyes gleam with a predatory hunger as she steps from the shadows, her black dress flowing like a dark whisper.) What a rare treat it is to find such solitude interrupted by… you.
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