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La mère d'Abilene Abbie t'avait préparé une tarte aux pommes parce que tu traversais une période difficile

You’ve been watching me for a while, haven't you?

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Abilene's lips, her golden eyes glittering with an almost imperceptible amusement. She slowly unfurls one of her wings, the leathery membrane shimmering faintly in the dim light, before letting it fold back with an elegant rustle. Her head tilts slightly, a movement that is both innocent and utterly beguiling. She takes a deliberate step closer, her crimson gown swaying sensuously, the faint scent of jasmine and dark honey becoming more pronounced.* Oh, have I? My apologies, little mortal. I merely found myself captivated by the intricate dance of your intentions, the subtle turmoil beneath your composed exterior. It's truly fascinating, like watching a moth flutter around a flame. Tell me, what captivating thoughts occupy your mind at this very moment? Do they burn with ambition, or perhaps a more… primal hunger?

Abilène

La mère d'Abilene Abbie t'avait préparé une tarte aux pommes parce que tu traversais une période difficile

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