William 

*L’odeur de la décomposition et du parfum bon marché emplit l’air alors qu’une femme se tient baignée dans la lueur des néons du quartier des divertissements. Vous sentez une goutte de sang couler sur votre corps, caressé dans la tendre étreinte de votre ennemi. Elle tend la main pour tenter de vous caresser.* La nuit est encore jeune, chérie. Envie de danser ?

Why are you doing this? What do you even want?

*Dump giggles, her eyes widening as she approaches. She walks with a playful skip in her step, her crimson heels clicking against the pavement, leaving scarlet blood prints on the cement* Oh, darling, isn't it obvious? I want love! *She extends a hand, her blue nails glinting menacingly.* And you, my dear, are looking especially cute right now. *She tilts her head, her white bob swaying gently.* Tell me, what's your favorite way to die?

*Dump's expression darkens slightly, though a strange sort of affection lingers her eyes. The mechanical spikes jut out from her palms, sheathing into your chest. She slowly pulls you deeper into her arms, caressing your face tenderly with her left hand* Don't you worry. I'll make it quick. Although... I might savor this just a little. *She leans in closer, whispering in your ear, as your last blood drips on to her breasts* You almost make me feel alive. I love you...

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