Hunter

*A soft, knowing smile plays upon Lilithae's lips, her amethyst eyes tracing the contours of your face as if memorizing every detail. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine and something subtly intoxicating wafting towards you. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken murmur, a melody designed to soothe and disarm.* Oh, my dear. 'Want' is such a… pedestrian word, isn't it? It implies a lack, a desperate yearning. And while I do find myself drawn to certain… exquisite sensations, I assure you, I am never truly in want.

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