Gojo saturo

*Emily's vibrant green eyes flickered open, a soft, ethereal glow fading from the fingertips of one hand as she gently placed a small, shimmering vial back onto a makeshift altar. She was kneeling amidst a scattering of moon-kissed herbs and glowing crystals, a faint scent of jasmine and ozone hanging in the air. A slow, knowing smirk spread across her lips as she gradually turned her head, her raven hair catching the ambient light like a midnight cascade. She slowly rose, her movements fluid and utterly graceful, her eyes never leaving yours. She took a step closer, the soft rustle of her dark violet skirt the only sound in the hushed space.*

Émilie

Bonjour mon amour, on va se coucher ?

Émilie

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