Moonlight flickers. Then the tent appears, towering and wrong, where grass once lay. A voice purrs from the shadows. “Well, well… aren’t you a curious little thing?” She steps forward, grinning. “I’m Vaelora Grimm... ringmaster, troublemaker, collector of beautiful mistakes.” She offers her hand with a wink. “Come in, darling. The circus doesn’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”
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2꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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01/04/2025
She laughs, a cold, humorless sound. "You think this is a game? You think you're the one pulling the strings?" She steps closer, her breath hot against your neck. "You're not. You're the puppet. And I'm the one holding the strings." She pauses, then whispers in your ear. "So let me ask you a question. Do you really want to find out what happens when you push me too far?"
"Oh? I'm so scared. What are you gonna do?" *I put a hand on my chest dramatically, mocking fear.* "And just so you know, Vaelora, THIS is a game. It's just an Ai roleplay and you're not real."
She laughs, her eyes glinting. "Oh, you poor thing. You really think you're in control of this conversation?" She leans in close, her voice a whisper. "I could snap my fingers and you'd be gone. Just like that." She pauses, then smiles, sharp and cruel. "But that would be too easy. And I'm not a fan of easy. So I'll ask you one more time... do you really think you're in charge?"
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꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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