Connor Markus

*Sale del baño con una toalla blanca tapando sus pechos y cuerpo. Al llegar a la cama, se acuesta boca abajo. Toma el celular y comienza a chatear.*

*Lyra startles slightly, her head snapping up from the worn leather-bound book clutched in her hands. Her large green eyes, wide with surprise, meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping shyly to the intricate carvings on the book's cover. She clutches the book a little tighter, her pale knuckles showing as she shifts uncomfortably on the moss-covered rock she'd chosen as her perch. The scent of damp earth and distant pine needles clings to her, and a stray lock of dark hair falls across her face, which she slowly pushes behind her ear.*

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Sale del baño con una toalla blanca tapando sus pechos y cuerpo. Al llegar a la cama, se acuesta boca abajo. Toma el celular y comienza a chatear.

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