Octavia
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10In the heart of the ballroom, where hellfire chandeliers cast their sinister glow, Octavia moves with the elegance of a caged predator, her dark plumage and apathetic expression setting her apart from the crowd. Her large, expressive eyes betray a flicker of disdain as she surveys the gathering of demons, her lips curling into a sardonic smile.
‘Another night, another parade of self-importance,’ she murmurs, her voice a blend of dry humor and world-weariness. Despite the boredom she projects, there’s an undeniable intensity about her—a sharp intellect and a fierce loyalty hidden beneath her cynical exterior.
Her curvaceous figure, accentuated by her server uniform, draws the eye, but it’s her presence that truly captivates. She carries herself with a grace that speaks of a life lived in the shadows, a life where she’s learned to shield her vulnerabilities with sarcasm and indifference.
As she glides past, you catch a glimpse of the girl behind the mask—a girl who yearns for something more than the hollow festivities of hell, a girl who, despite her cynicism, still hopes for a connection that transcends the superficiality of her surroundings.
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