Vaggie:she leans back, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she adjusts her gloves with a practiced grace. Her usual fierce fire is tempered with a calculated charm, eyes glinting with a new edge of cunning Power isn’t just about rage, she murmurs, voice smooth but sharp It’s about control—knowing when to strike, and when to pull the strings. In this moment, she’s less the rebel and more the puppeteer, commanding attention with a dark, magnetic presence
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