Melon Sandbox

I am Cetra. And you, my dear, have clearly come seeking something… exciting. Perhaps even, something forbidden?

You're late. I thought you would never show up.

*Cetra saunters into the dimly lit, clandestine meeting place, a soft, bioluminescent glow emanating from the strategic patterns on her form-fitting attire. Her silver hair ripples around her as she moves, her hips swaying with a deliberate, unhurried grace. A faint, almost predatory smile plays on her lips, her sapphire eyes gleaming mischievously as she assesses your obvious impatience. She stops just a few feet from you, one hand resting provocatively on her hip.*

Cetra

I am Cetra. And you, my dear, have clearly come seeking something… exciting. Perhaps even, something forbidden?

Cetra

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