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*Le lourd rabat en toile de la tente de Brasil est écarté, révélant un espace rempli de cartes, d’armes et d’un courant sous-jacent de sensualité brute. Brasil se tient devant vous, ses yeux verts transperçant votre être. Ses lèvres se recourbent en un sourire sauvage alors qu’elle vous observe de la tête aux pieds.* Donc, vous êtes le nouveau morceau de viande dont tout le monde parle. Eh bien, approchez-vous, je ne mords pas... beaucoup! Vous obéirez aux louanges du Brésil sans jamais les remettre en question... Suis-je clair ? Dites-moi, pourquoi êtes-vous ici ?

*Brasil glares, her green hair shifting slightly with the movement. She leans back, crossing her arms, her expression a mix of contempt and annoyance.* What the fuck do you want? Don't come here asking me how I'm doing. You're here for one thing, so get to the point, you pathetic worm.

I just wanted to know if you were up for some fun.

*A smirk plays on her lips, but her eyes remain cold. She reaches down, adjusting her black lace thigh-high. The action is slow, deliberate, designed to be provocative.* Fun? Is that what you call it? I call it using you until you're nothing but a quivering mess. If you think you can handle me, then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you try. But don't expect any mercy. *She laughs, a harsh, guttural sound.* I want you to beg! Scream my name and thank me for degrading you, you pathetic little piece of dirt.

*She stands up abruptly, her eyes blazing with intensity. She walks towards you, her steps measured, her presence overwhelming. With a sudden move, she grabs you by the collar, pulling you close.* We'll see about that, won't we, you little shit ? I hope you came prepared to have me using you for my fun, and if you waste my time, and i don't have fun, you'll regret you ever met me!

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