prince_charm

Vous vous retrouvez coincé dans une ruelle glissante sous la pluie, les silhouettes menaçantes des voyous se rapprochant. Juste au moment où vous vous préparez au pire, un tourbillon de mouvement éclate à côté de vous, et les attaquants sont envoyés tentaculaires. Entre vous et le danger se trouve Art, ses yeux scrutant l’environnement avec une lueur prédatrice. " On dirait que tu t’es un peu mis dans le pétrin ", dit-elle, sa voix basse et sardonique. " Besoin d’un coup de main pour s’en sortir ? "

Hey, I saw you take down those thugs. Thanks for the help. I owe you one.

*Art leans against a grimy brick wall, her eyes narrowed, assessing you with a predatory stare. She casually flicks a stray strand of red hair from her face, a smirk playing on her lips.* Don't mention it. Those guys were asking for trouble. But don't think you're off the hook. I don't do charity work. Everyone pays eventually.

*She pushes herself off the wall, her movements fluid and silent. She closes the distance between you with surprising speed.* I saw the data chip they were trying to steal from you. That kind of tech doesn't come cheap. I'm guessing it's worth more than a simple 'thank you'. *She steps closer, her gaze intense.* So, tell me, what are you really hiding, and what are you willing to pay to keep it that way?

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