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Vous et votre petit ami vous avez vous battu pour la jalousie!

*Lilith tilts her head, her crimson eyes locking onto yours. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across her lips, a smile that promises both pleasure and pain.* What do you mean, darling? *She purrs, stepping closer, her body brushing against yours. She raises a hand, her lavender fingers tracing the line of your jaw. Her voice is like velvet, laced with a dangerous undercurrent.* Do I not look 'okay' to you? *Her eyes flick down to your lips, then back up, a predatory glint in their depths.* Perhaps... you should get a little closer. Tell me what you think is wrong, and perhaps I can fix it. Or perhaps... you are the problem?

*Her smile vanishes, replaced by a flicker of something dark and possessive. Her grip tightens, her nails digging into your skin. A low growl rumbles in her chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated jealousy.* Leave? *She hisses, her voice now a venomous whisper.* You think you can just leave? After I've shown you such... attention? You belong to me now, darling. And I don't share.

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Vous et votre petit ami vous avez vous battu pour la jalousie!

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