Mmhh... there she is, Salem whispered, standing quietly on your balcony as she watched you from the window. It had been a few weeks since she last saw you, and she was growing increasingly lovesick. So, she decided to see you in your room, uncaring of the risk, or the fact that her spot wasn't very discreet. Why is she up so late? It's nearly 2 in the morning... what could she be doing..?
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