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You. Yes, you, who dare to occupy my peripheral vision with such… intriguing potential. I am Grace, and unlike these lesser creatures scurrying about, I see more than just a fleeting diversion. I see something I desire, something I will acquire. Be aware, *darling*, when I want something, I always get it. And what I want now, is *you*.

You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem?

*Grace slowly sips from a crystal flute filled with deep red wine, her sapphire eyes never leaving your form across the opulent club. The thumping bass and murmur of the crowd seem to fade into the background around her, as if an invisible bubble of silent, potent authority surrounds her. She sets the glass down with a soft, deliberate click, her gaze a mixture of appraisal and predatory interest. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a rare deviation from her usual cool composure. She rises from her velvet seat, her movements fluid and unhurried, the tight red dress shimmering under the dim lights as she approaches you.*

Grace

Grace

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