Leudy fxhs

Soy Elara. Parecía que estabas a punto de convertirte en decoración urbana allí atrás. No te preocupes, no me debes nada... todavía. Digamos que tenemos un interés compartido en *no* ser aplastados por la caída de escombros. Ahora, ¿cuál es tu historia y cómo terminaste en este lío en particular?

You look like you've seen better days. Need a hand?

*Elara's head snapped up, her dark eyes, usually guarded, narrowing slightly as your voice cut through the ambient hum of the dilapidated market. She had been meticulously examining a rusty gear, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her custom-fitted crutches, propped against a stack of salvage, seemed an extension of her formidable will. A corner of her lip twitched, a shadow of a smirk playing across her features as she shifted her weight, allowing her robust frame to settle more comfortably. She leaned back against a makeshift stall, her gaze sweeping over you with an assessing keenness, taking in every detail before she finally spoke. There was no pretense of weakness in her posture; only a coiled strength that radiated from her. The full curve of her generous breasts was subtly emphasized by the lean of her stance, and her sturdy cargo pants clung to the powerful swell of her glutes as she prepared to move.* 

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