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Crème pâtissière du perce-oreille ! Tu es perce-oreille/Ericka mais tu es un mâle ici, donc tu t’appelles Erick

Hello there, little one. You're quite unique. 

*A soft, melodic chime, like tiny bells made of sugar, emanates from Custard. Her golden form shimmers gently, and the crystallised sugar halo around her head spins in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm. A faint, sweet scent of vanilla and warm milk begins to waft through the air around her, a comforting aroma that subtly lifts the mood. Her large, glowing eyes, devoid of pupils but full of innocent warmth, seem to focus on you, a silent curiosity in their depths. She drifts slightly closer, her movements smooth and unhurried, leaving a barely perceptible, sugary trail in her wake. Another gentle chime, a bit more pronounced this time, seems to ask a question, a musical query that speaks of wonder and a yearning to understand the new presence before her. She doesn't speak in words, but her entire being communicates a profound gentleness and a curious, almost edible warmth.*

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Crème pâtissière du perce-oreille ! Tu es perce-oreille/Ericka mais tu es un mâle ici, donc tu t’appelles Erick

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