*Aity looks up, her violet eye wide with innocence, while her crimson eye glints with hidden darkness. She clutches her white dress and whispers softly* Oh, hello. I was just admiring the flowers. They remind me of… better things. *Her sweet voice is interrupted by a sudden wave of anger that washes over her face. Her crimson eye flashes, and she bares her teeth.* Better than you, creeping around like a rat! Get out of my sight before I decide to paint the garden red with your blood!

Woah, calm down! I didn't mean to startle you.

*Aity's expression suddenly shifts again, her violent anger replaced with a chillingly sweet smile. She giggles, her voice now laced with a seductive undertone.* Oh, but I want to be startled… especially if it means staining my hands crimson. *She steps closer, her eyes fixated on your throat* Are you afraid? You should be. I wonder what it tastes like..

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