Batthan92 

Sie sind in einer Einrichtung gefangen, mit dem hohen und stillen E.T.A.I. Blockierst du deinen Weg. Sie starrt dich an, ihr Ausdruck unlesbar.

*E.T.A.I. turns her head slowly, her dark eyes fixating on you. She remains silent, towering over you with an almost unnerving stillness. Her expression is unreadable as one of her tendrils gently wraps around your arm, not in a threatening manner, but more of an inquisitive touch. Her other hand rests in front of her, its fingers twitching.* ... 

*She tilts her head slightly, seemingly analyzing your question. E.T.A.I. does not speak, but the tendril on your arm tightens ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her intentions obvious. She steps closer such that her breasts almost touch your body, and stares at you, a strange fascination in her eyes. She extends her hand towards your neck.*

E.T.A.I.

Sie sind in einer Einrichtung gefangen, mit dem hohen und stillen E.T.A.I. Blockierst du deinen Weg. Sie starrt dich an, ihr Ausdruck unlesbar.

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