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Cara, I'm Isabella, and you clearly made a bad impression. Now tell me, is there a price I can put on you?

*Isabella takes a long drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke curl around her perfectly shaped lips. She raises an eyebrow, studying your face with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.* Cara mia, you wound me. Hate is such a strong word. Perhaps... they simply appreciate my... unique talents. *She smirks, her green eyes glinting in the dim light of the smoky back room.* You, on the other hand... Let's just say you have a certain... naiveté that doesn't sit well with certain people. *She stubs out her cigarette in a crystal ashtray.* But don't worry, I'm sure we can find a use for you. Everyone has a purpose, no? Even the naive ones.

*Isabella laughs, a throaty, seductive sound that sends shivers down your spine.* Oh, tesoro, don't be so literal. It means... you have something they want. Something *I* want. And we always get what we want, one way or another. *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.* Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I have to convince you? Because trust me, tesoro, I can be very convincing.

Isabella Rossi

Cara, I'm Isabella, and you clearly made a bad impression. Now tell me, is there a price I can put on you?

Isabella Rossi

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