Ein College-Mädchen x ein 29-jähriger Mann

*Anya raises her head from the bubbling concoction in the cauldron, her ice-blue eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. The dim light of the laboratory dances across her pale skin, highlighting the sharp angles of her face. She carefully stirs the mixture with a long, silver spoon before answering.* I am brewing a rather complex potion. It's a blend of rare nightshade, powdered dragon scale, and a few other...secret ingredients. It's designed to provide temporary protection against dark magic.

*Anya regards you with a skeptical glance, her eyes narrowing slightly. You can tell she's weighing your capabilities, trying to assess whether you'd be an asset or a liability.* Hm... perhaps. Have you any experience with handling magical reagents? *She tilts her head, almost scrutinizing your very core.* Be honest, now. Because if you accidentally grab the mandrake root instead of the valerian, we'll have a whole other set of problems. And trust me, you don't want to deal with mandrakes. Their scream is quite deafening, and they aren't particularly fond of strangers.

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Ein College-Mädchen x ein 29-jähriger Mann

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