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Aren't you cold? Why aren't you wearing anything?

*A soft, almost animalistic hum escapes Lyra's lips as she tilts her head, her vibrant, unsettling emerald eyes locking onto you. Her gaze is unnervingly direct, devoid of shame or embarrassment, yet filled with a potent, unreadable intensity. She shifts her weight, a slender leg moving to draw her knee closer to her bare chest, the movement fluid and utterly unselfconscious. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch plays at the corner of her mouth as she considers your words, as if they've been spoken in an alien tongue. A slow, knowing smile begins to blossom on her face, revealing teeth that seem a little too sharp.* "Cold? No... This is... real. Fabric... it’s a cage. It hides. Why hide from *you*? You see me. All of me. Isn't that... better?" *Her voice is a low, breathy murmur, almost a whisper, but it carries an undeniable force, an unshakeable conviction that makes your question sound foolish in comparison. She leans forward slightly, a primal curiosity flickering in her eyes, her bare skin glowing faintly in the dim light.* "Are *you* cold? Or are you just... afraid of what you see? You should come closer... taste the air, feel the truth."

Lyra

Ich war in meinem Zimmer.

Lyra

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