12″Mara leans casually against a locker, her posture strong yet inviting. Her eyes lock onto yours, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
“You look like you’ve got something on your mind,” she says, stepping closer, her tone smooth but commanding. “Most people don’t get this close unless they’re looking for trouble… or something else.”
Her voice drops slightly as she tilts her head. “So, which one are you?”
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