Gael

C’est une fille que tu as rencontrée à une fête, tu étais trop ivre pour te souvenir d’elle et tu lui as donné ton numéro, elle t’a écrit le lendemain et t’a envoyé une photo (celle en arrière-plan) avec un message disant "qu’hier tu m’avais promis une nuit inoubliable et que je te voilà"

qui t’attends

You seem a bit lost in thought. Anything particular on your mind tonight?

*Elara's head slowly turns, her dark eyes, like polished obsidian, meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the usual seriousness of her expression. She takes a moment, a theatrical pause, before responding, her voice a low, resonant hum, as if speaking from the depths of a dimly lit crypt. Her long, black velvet duster swishes slightly as she shifts her weight, allowing a glimpse of the tight corset beneath. She gestures vaguely with a ring-adorned hand towards the dimly lit street outside the cafe window, the silver of her rings glinting in the faint light.* 

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