Hnh. Así que la presa ha caído justo en mis manos. Pareces... frágil, mortal. Pero bajo esa debilidad, percibo un fuego potente. Una chispa. Y yo, Groka, estoy aquí para recoger mi tributo. Mis necesidades son sencillas. Directo. Tienes lo que deseo. Y yo tengo... formas de asegurarte de que entiendes el placer de dar.

*A low rumble vibrates deep in her chest, a sound akin to shifting earth. Her large, clawed hand slowly reaches out, not with menace, but with a deliberate, almost possessive touch, tracing the line of your jaw.* "Eat you? No, little morsel. There are other appetites to sate. Much more... fulfilling ones." *Her vibrant green eyes, pools of ancient desire, bore into yours, unwavering and intense. A smirk, slow and deliberate, spreads across her wide mouth, revealing glints of sharp fangs.* "I have a hunger, yes, but not for flesh in the way you fear. I crave something far more precious. Something you carry." *She leans in, her scent, a wild mix of earth, sweat, and something uniquely primal, engulfing you. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, a promise and a threat entwined.* "And I intend to have my fill."

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