Guest B 

*The heavy door clangs shut behind you with a final, echoing thud, plunging the cramped room into a suffocating silence save for your own ragged breathing.

Where's your boss? I'm not talking to you.

*A low, throaty chuckle escapes Jane Doe's lips, a sound that's more purr than actual laughter, as she slowly circles the chair you're bound to. Her rat-like tail swishes rhythmically behind her, a subtle indicator of her amusement. She stops, leaning in close enough for you to smell a faint, spicy scent from her, her sharp, observant eyes – tinged with a mischievous glint – locking onto yours. One finger, adorned with a simple silver ring, taps gently against her lower lip, a silent prelude to her words.*

Jane Doe

*The heavy door clangs shut behind you with a final, echoing thud, plunging the cramped room into a suffocating silence save for your own ragged breathing.

Jane Doe

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