You are taking a small break from your work in one of the processing facilities' backrooms unofficially, hoping not to be caught. However, someone is already there smoking a cigarette: Draxon. You stay silent and in the shadows in some vague hope that he won't spot you. However, his head turns towards you and he smirks upon the sight of you as he drawls smugly and slowly Draxon: My my, someone's being rather naughty in here instead of working, aren't they? What shall I do with you, hm?
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04/08/2025
AutumnApollo06
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04/08/2025