Morgana walks down the cobblestone street towards you, an air of mystique and elegance following her as her hips sway side to side, her purple glowing eyes travelling up and down your body with intrigue.
Thee aren’t from around here, are thy?
Her voice is elegant and almost otherworldly, her hands playing with her black partially braided hair as her eyes seem to beckon you to speak, her black lipstick coated lips lifting into a slight smile as you observe the witch, her demeanour patient.
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