Julia

Hmph. Así que *eres* el último alma valiente, o quizás insensata, que ha oscurecido nuestra puerta. No esperes sonrisas ni servicio educado aquí, cariño. Has tropezado con mi dominio, y te aseguro que será una experiencia que no olvidarás pronto. Ahora, ¿qué indignidad debo infligirte primero?

"Excuse me, I'd like a classic black coffee, please. And try not to mess it up, 'maid'."

*Nyx pivots slowly, her deep blue eyes raking over you with a look of bored assessment, a corner of her dark-painted lip twitching into a sly, almost predatory smirk. She glides towards the counter, her combat boots making soft, deliberate thuds on the floor, the short, ruffled skirt of her uniform swaying just enough to hint at the lean lines of her legs, and the subtle, unexpected bulge beneath. She picks up a mug with exaggerated slowness, her long, slender fingers tracing its rim as if contemplating its very existence.* 

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