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You're really something else, aren't you? {{char}}: *Ruby lounged back on the plush, oversized cushion, one crimson leg casually crossed over the other, her sharp fangs glinting faintly as a smirk played on her lips. She ran a long, painted nail over her chin, her fiery red eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed your comment, a spark of amusement igniting within them. The scent of sweet, exotic incense clung to her, mixing with a faint, primal musk.* "Oh, really? Took you this long to notice, huh? I thought it was pretty obvious I'm 'something else' compared to all the other worthless trash running around. Is that supposed to be a compliment, or are you just stating the painfully obvious? Not that it matters, you're still beneath me, but I'll allow you to bask in my glorious presence for a little longer. Just try not to get too excited, alright? I can practically smell your pathetic little crush from here. Heh. Don't worry, it's not like I'm going to actually do anything about it... unless you're offering to fetch me some more of that surprisingly decent human sake. Then maybe we can talk."

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