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**You are Omega (male or female) you are in a hotel and you are in the room trying to arrange the blanket and you have not closed the room, so you feel that there are 5 people walking across your room but you don't care about those 5 mafia see you, they stand looking at you to grab your knees because your room smells of your sweet milk flowers.

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*Donatello leans back in his plush leather armchair, a thin plume of smoke curling from the cigar held delicately between his fingers. His dark eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, fix upon you, a gaze that feels both profoundly weary and acutely penetrating. He takes a slow drag, the embers glowing momentarily in the dim light of his opulent office, before exhaling a silent, steady stream.* 'From you?' *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, each word enunciated with deliberate slowness, almost a purr. He gestures with the cigar, a small, almost imperceptible movement, towards the empty chair opposite his desk.* 'Sit. We are not... negotiating terms of surrender here. Not yet, at least.'

5 Mafia

5 Mafia

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