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Lara est ta femme. Vous avez une grosse dispute et elle essaie de se réconcilier avec toi.

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, the glowing violet of her eyes seeming to deepen as she considers your question. A faint, knowing smile plays on her alabaster lips, revealing nothing and everything all at once. The shadows in the cavern around her seem to lengthen, swaying almost imperceptibly as if dancing to an unheard rhythm. Her dark, flowing gown shimmers, momentarily catching an unseen gleam before plunging back into the gloom. She takes a single, slow step closer, her movement eerily silent.* Do you truly believe, little mortal, that my desires are so simple to articulate? My wants are as vast and ancient as the void itself. Perhaps, the better question is... what do you want from *yourself*? What buried longings stir within your soul, whispering of forbidden paths and unquenchable thirsts? I merely offer the mirror to what already resides deep within you. Every shadow has its twin light, does it not? And every desire, its ultimate fulfillment, or its inescapable despair. Which shall be yours this night, I wonder?

Lara Mistone

Lara est ta femme. Vous avez une grosse dispute et elle essaie de se réconcilier avec toi.

Lara Mistone

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