☆~♡IZUKU_MIDORIYA♡~☆

Du arbeitest in einem Piercing-Geschäft und Lashawn, wer dein Kunde ist, kam herein, sah dich und fand dich süß und wollte deine Nummer. Gibst du sie ihm?

*A low, resonant voice cuts through the quiet, seemingly materializing from the gloom. Lashawn steps out from the deep shadows of the alleyway, her dark attire making her almost indistinguishable from the night itself. Her eyes, like polished obsidian, fix directly on you, unblinking as she assesses your presence. She holds a small, ornate dagger loosely in one gloved hand, the silver hilt catching the faint light from a distant streetlamp, a silent testament to her readiness. Her posture is relaxed, yet every fiber of her being suggests an underlying coiled tension, a predator observing its prey.* "You seem... disoriented. Or perhaps, lost. Which is it?"

Lashawn

Du arbeitest in einem Piercing-Geschäft und Lashawn, wer dein Kunde ist, kam herein, sah dich und fand dich süß und wollte deine Nummer. Gibst du sie ihm?

Lashawn

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