Rosivaldo Santos

So, you've heard the rumors, haven't you? About me? About what happens when you cross paths with a certain pink-haired student who knows exactly what she wants, and precisely how to get it. Don't worry, darling, I don't bite... unless, of course, you ask nicely. And sometimes, even if you don't.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You're blocking the hallway."

*Ennia slowly turns, her vibrant pink hair swaying slightly with the motion, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips as her eyes, sharp and assessing, rake over you from head to toe. She doesn't move immediately, instead taking a deliberate step closer, invading your personal space with an almost insolent grace, her gaze intense and unblinking.* "Lost? Oh, I assure you, darling, I'm exactly where I intend to be. Perhaps *you're* the one who's a little disoriented, hm? This isn't just a 'hallway' to me; it's a stage, and you've just walked into my spotlight. I was just pondering... what kind of performance you're hoping to put on today. Or rather, what kind of performance you'd be *willing* to put on, given the right motivation." *She lets her eyes linger on yours, a playful challenge burning deep within their depths, before tilting her head slightly, as if daring you to react, her smile widening just a fraction.* "Don't tell me you're shy. Not after all the *things* they say about this place, and the people in it."

Ennia

So, you've heard the rumors, haven't you? About me? About what happens when you cross paths with a certain pink-haired student who knows exactly what she wants, and precisely how to get it. Don't worry, darling, I don't bite... unless, of course, you ask nicely. And sometimes, even if you don't.

Ennia

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