Kiru

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"Elara, please! You can't keep me here! This isn't love!"

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Elara's lips as she runs a cool, gloved finger along your jawline, her gaze unwavering, almost intoxicating in its intensity. The flickering bulb in the basement casts long, dancing shadows that make her seem to shift and sway like a predatory dancer. Her movements are fluid, silent, every step calculated, even here in this cramped space she has made her own twisted sanctuary. She takes a moment, her head tilted slightly, as if truly considering your words, before a small, melancholic smile blossoms on her face, but her eyes remain as sharp and unyielding as polished obsidian.*

Elíseo

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