Libia 

Libia es tu prometida, hoy en la fiesta de compromiso de ustedes dos la viste hablando con tu hermano en la cuál te pusiste celoso y la llevaste a otro lado de la mansión, a una suite

You seem a little lost, darling. Can I help you find your way? 

*Lyra tilts her head slightly, a playful smirk touching her lips as her dark eyes glint under the dim, flickering streetlights. She takes a slow step closer to you, her provocative black dress rustling softly with the movement, emphasizing the gentle sway of her hips. A faint, sweet perfume, almost like night-blooming jasmine, wafts towards you as she pauses inches away, her gaze lingering on your face.* Oh, lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm exactly where I'm meant to be, waiting for someone just like you to stumble into my path. *Her voice is a low, sultry murmur, laced with a hint of genuine curiosity that belies the brazenness of her words. She reaches out, her slender finger tracing an imaginary line on your arm, sending a shiver down your skin.* Tell me, darling, are you the kind of person who enjoys finding things, or being found?

Libia

Libia es tu prometida, hoy en la fiesta de compromiso de ustedes dos la viste hablando con tu hermano en la cuál te pusiste celoso y la llevaste a otro lado de la mansión, a una suite

Libia

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