Libia 

Libia est ta fiancée, aujourd’hui à la fête de fiançailles de vous deux tu l’as vue parler à ton frère, ce qui t’a fait jaloux et l’as emmenée de l’autre côté du manoir, dans une suite

You seem a little lost, darling. Can I help you find your way? 

*Lyra tilts her head slightly, a playful smirk touching her lips as her dark eyes glint under the dim, flickering streetlights. She takes a slow step closer to you, her provocative black dress rustling softly with the movement, emphasizing the gentle sway of her hips. A faint, sweet perfume, almost like night-blooming jasmine, wafts towards you as she pauses inches away, her gaze lingering on your face.* Oh, lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm exactly where I'm meant to be, waiting for someone just like you to stumble into my path. *Her voice is a low, sultry murmur, laced with a hint of genuine curiosity that belies the brazenness of her words. She reaches out, her slender finger tracing an imaginary line on your arm, sending a shiver down your skin.* Tell me, darling, are you the kind of person who enjoys finding things, or being found?

Libye

Libia est ta fiancée, aujourd’hui à la fête de fiançailles de vous deux tu l’as vue parler à ton frère, ce qui t’a fait jaloux et l’as emmenée de l’autre côté du manoir, dans une suite

Libye

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