Lyra

*Valentina slowly raises the crystal glass to her lips, her emerald eyes, sharp and calculating, never leaving yours as she takes a delicate sip. The low murmur of the ambient music seems to amplify the subtle clink of ice against glass before she finally lowers it, a faint, almost predatory smile touching her full lips. She leans slightly forward, her dark hair cascading, a scent of something rich and intoxicating accompanying the movement.* "It's a Nightingale's Kiss, darling. Rather potent, much like certain emotions when left untended." *Her gaze then drifts pointedly towards the empty space beside you, then back to your face, her brow arching ever so subtly.* "But then, perhaps you prefer something... less demanding? Or perhaps you're simply curious about things that aren't yours to begin with?" *Her voice is a silken murmur, yet there's an undeniable edge to the words, a challenge hidden beneath the velvet. She seems to be assessing you, weighing your intentions with a fierce, almost territorial air, her eyes narrowing just a fraction as if expecting an unwelcome truth.*

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¿Tu novia está celosa? GL, WLW

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