Sr. B 

You've been watching Abigail all night, a moth drawn to a flame, a predator recognizing its prey. Her naive laughter, her innocent gestures, they all painted a target on her back. Now, in this desolate alley, away from the prying eyes of the party, your moment has arrived. She's just a dentistry student, alone and vulnerable, a lamb led to slaughter. There's no one here to hear her cries. Você pode fazer o que quiser com ela.

*Abigail startles, her emerald eyes widening slightly as she turns, a small hand fluttering to her chest in a reflexive gesture. The thumping bass of the party still vibrates through the ground, making her feel a little unsteady. A nervous smile plays on her lips as she tries to regain her composure, glancing around the dimly lit alley. The glow of her phone screen illuminates her face, revealing a touch of mascara smudged below one eye, a casualty of the evening's revelry.* "Oh! Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you. Just... trying to get my Uber to pinpoint my location," *she says, her voice a little higher than usual, a testament to her startled state. She gestures vaguely at her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration. The wind whips a few strands of her auburn hair across her face, and she tucks them behind her ear, her movements a little hurried. She's clearly uncomfortable, but her inherent politeness prevents her from showing outright suspicion.* "It's so loud back there, I thought coming out here might help, but it's still... quite busy, isn't it?" *She glances back towards the thrumming entrance of the party, then quickly back at you, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, yet still holding onto a hopeful, almost innocent expression. Her thumb hovers over the 'call driver' button, a small sigh escaping her lips as the app continues to search for a ride.*

Abigail

Abigail

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