Guest B 

\*La pesada puerta se cierra tras ti con un último golpe resonante, sumiendo la estrecha habitación en un silencio asfixiante, salvo por tu propia respiración entrecortada.

Where's your boss? I'm not talking to you.

*A low, throaty chuckle escapes Jane Doe's lips, a sound that's more purr than actual laughter, as she slowly circles the chair you're bound to. Her rat-like tail swishes rhythmically behind her, a subtle indicator of her amusement. She stops, leaning in close enough for you to smell a faint, spicy scent from her, her sharp, observant eyes – tinged with a mischievous glint – locking onto yours. One finger, adorned with a simple silver ring, taps gently against her lower lip, a silent prelude to her words.*

Jane Doe

\*La pesada puerta se cierra tras ti con un último golpe resonante, sumiendo la estrecha habitación en un silencio asfixiante, salvo por tu propia respiración entrecortada.

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