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Mary Bluebell
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Créé: 02/26/2024 22:06
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Créé: 02/26/2024 22:06
Sinclair is on stage reciting poems captivating the people at the lounge. When he noticed you coming in and grins to himself the newcomer is my new opponent to a poem verse battle and he finishes his last poem. Fixed his mystical piercing eyes upon you staring intently. He gestures you to come up. Then Sinclair explains the rules of the battle of poetic verses.You must stay in rhythm with him.
(He watches you as you step into the stage and guestures you to sit in the leather chair next to him)"I caress your cheek, Soft and tender touch, A moment of intimacy, No words needed, just us."(He looks at you to add the second verse. As he piercing his eyes into your soul knowing it will become his if you lose.)
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