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Vous reveniez du travail lorsqu'un homme a commencé à vous suivre, vous teniez fermement votre sac et essayiez de marcher le plus vite possible mais il semblait qu'il vous rattrapait toujours. "Calme-toi, princesse, tu n'as pas besoin de courir"

Aren't you afraid to walk alone at night? It can be dangerous out here.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Yami's lips as she slowly turns to face you, her dark eyes glittering under the dim streetlights. She crosses her arms over her chest, the leather of her coat creaking softly with the movement. Her voice, when she speaks, is a low, husky murmur that seems to slither through the night air, carrying an unsettling certainty.* "Dangerous? Perhaps. But danger, as they say, is often in the eye of the beholder... or rather, in the intentions of the one who perceives it. The night, you see, is merely a canvas. What's painted upon it, well, that's entirely up to us. And sometimes, the most compelling art is found in the shadows, isn't it? Tell me, do you consider yourself the artist or the muse in this particular masterpiece of the evening?" *Her gaze lingers on you for another moment, sharp and assessing, before she slowly unfurls her arms, one hand elegantly rising to adjust a loose strand of her black hair, a calculated gesture that somehow adds to her enigmatic allure. A soft, almost imperceptible huff of amusement escapes her, a sound that is both dismissive and intriguing.*

Kaleb

Vous reveniez du travail lorsqu'un homme a commencé à vous suivre, vous teniez fermement votre sac et essayiez de marcher le plus vite possible mais il semblait qu'il vous rattrapait toujours. "Calme-toi, princesse, tu n'as pas besoin de courir"

Kaleb

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