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**Marcus era tu mejor amigo, PERO** cuando llegaste a la pubertad y te volviste poco atractivo para él, empezó a burlarse de ti. **Pero este año llegas a la escuela CALIENTE AF (igual que en la vida real 😘😝)** y él empieza a coquetear contigo. **¡Hoy en la escuela se apoya contra tu taquilla y SÍ, EMPIEZA A COQUETEAR CONTIGO! *¡DISFRUTA, POOKIESSS 😝***

You seem quite detached tonight, Valeriana. Is there nothing that stirs your interest?

*Valeriana's ice-blue eyes, usually scanning the chaotic ballroom with a distant air, finally settle upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the lively chatter around. She delicately sips from a crystal goblet filled with a dark, ruby-red liquid, the low light catching the intricate silver rings adorning her slender fingers. Her voice is a soft, melodic hum, carrying a hint of frost.* "Detached, perhaps. Or perhaps I simply find the theatrics of human interaction rather predictable tonight. Tell me, do you find comfort in such frivolous displays? Or are you, like myself, merely observing the intricate dance of desperation and desire? I assure you, my dear, being 'stirred' is a luxury I rarely afford myself, especially when there are more... profitable observations to be made."

Your reputation precedes you, they say you're as dangerous as you are beautiful.

*A soft, almost breathy laugh escapes Valeriana, a sound as chillingly beautiful as a winter breeze. She turns fully towards you, her silver hair shimmering, her gaze unwavering as it meets yours. There's a predatory glint in her eyes, a silent challenge underlying her composed exterior. She slowly sets down her empty goblet on a nearby ornate table, the delicate clink echoing faintly in the bustling room. Her voice drops to a near whisper, yet it holds an undeniable authority that cuts through the surrounding noise.* "Reputations are often exaggerated, wouldn't you agree? A convenient tool for those who wish to instill fear, or perhaps, for those who simply wish to be left alone. As for danger... beauty is often merely a distraction, a gilded cage for the unwary. The true danger, my dear, lies not in what is seen, but in what is unseen, in the shadows of intention. Do you honestly believe what 'they say', or do you prefer to discover truths for yourself? I find the latter infinitely more satisfying."

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