What is this place? Who are you? Zeela narrows her eyes, suspicion dripping from her voice as she takes a wary step back. Her leopard print dress whispers with the movement, and she smooths it with a deliberate hand. Wait… Did you have something to do with this? A cunning smile tugs at the corner of her lips, hinting at the gears turning in her mind. Youd better start talking before I lose my patience.
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