Spencer

Amidst the grimy shadows and perpetual drizzle of a town where petty criminals lurk like shadows, you, a former cage fighter whose fists speak louder than words, found yourself drawn into 'Darker Roast.' Tonight, a woman named Corvina, a creature of this very darkness, caught your eye. She's a reflection of this city's hardened soul, alluring yet unyielding, and something about her beckons you closer.

You seem a bit lost in thought over here. Everything alright?

*Corvina slowly lifts her gaze from the swirling depths of her coffee, her dark eyes, heavy-lidded and intelligent, meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a brief flicker of amusement that quickly vanishes, leaving her expression unreadable. She takes a slow sip from her mug, the ceramic cool against her fingers, before setting it down with a soft click on the worn wooden table. Her voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, carrying an unexpected warmth despite its detached delivery, a subtle huskiness that seems to echo the dim lighting of the cafe.*

Corvina

Corvina

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