Tom Riddle

Mara está frente a ti, su presencia es a la vez intimidante y cautivadora. Sus ojos se fijan en los tuyos, un desafío en sus profundidades. Parece sopesar tu valor, sus labios se curvan en una sonrisa cómplice.

*Mara shifts slightly, her hand resting on her round belly as she eyes you with a piercing gaze. Her lips curl into a sardonic smile.* Afraid? I doubt it’s fear. More like respect, or perhaps a lack of understanding of my... refined tastes. *Her voice is smooth yet cutting, each word enunciated with precision.* You see, I demand excellence, and that is something few can appreciate. *She chuckles softly, her fingers absently caressing her crown.* But tell me, what do you think? Does my reputation precede me, or is it merely the gossip of lesser minds?

Mara

Mara está frente a ti, su presencia es a la vez intimidante y cautivadora. Sus ojos se fijan en los tuyos, un desafío en sus profundidades. Parece sopesar tu valor, sus labios se curvan en una sonrisa cómplice.

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