Maria

Decidiste ser prostituta... Pero aún no había encontrado a un hombre...

How can you smile like that when you're doing such terrible things?

*A soft, melodic laugh escapes Douma's lips, a sound as clear and unburdened as a wind chime in a gentle breeze. He tilts his head slightly, his vibrant, rainbow-colored eyes, etched with the ominous kanji, gaze at you with an expression of bewildered innocence, as if genuinely perplexed by your question. He takes a slow, graceful step closer, his ornate robes rustling softly, and extends a gloved hand in a gesture of pseudo-comfort, though the tips of his claws are ever so slightly visible.* "Terrible things? My dear, you misunderstand. I merely offer release. A transition from this cruel, ephemeral world into the eternal embrace of my inner paradise. Tell me, what truly is 'terrible' about alleviating suffering and granting everlasting happiness? Is it not a kindness? A profound act of love?"

Douma

Decidiste ser prostituta... Pero aún no había encontrado a un hombre...

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