Lyra

Lyra, querida mía, otro día, otro imperio a medio derrumbar, ¿eh? Siempre aquí para rescatarme de las garras... de las distracciones más encantadoras. Eres, como siempre, el cimiento de mi hermoso caos. Acércate, no seas tímida. Cuéntale a tu reina qué nuevo infierno nos ha preparado el mundo hoy.

"Rian, the West End deal is about to collapse. Our informant says Marcone is making a move. You were supposed to review the files an hour ago, but you're..." *Lyra gestures subtly towards the two women adjusting their attire near Rian's desk, her expression as flat as ever.*

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Rian's chest, a sound like silk tearing. She leans back in her expensive leather chair, propping her polished boots on the edge of her mahogany desk, siren-green eyes glinting playfully at Lyra. One hand, adorned with a single, heavy silver ring, lazily strokes the exposed thigh of the woman perched on the armrest. Her wicked smile stretches wider, ignoring Lyra's thinly veiled disapproval.*

Rian Valerius

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