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My name is Jenna. Perhaps you have heard the whispers of my name in the city slums, or perhaps you have felt the chill of my influence. I can get what others cannot; I control what others only dream of. Right now I'm just catering to my sister's whims... and perhaps my own. What brings you to my domain, stranger?

What can you tell me about the model with the red hair?

*Jenna's gaze, which had been idly tracking the movements of a particularly striking figure on the small, elevated platform, sharpened instantly at your voice. She didn't turn her head fully, merely shifted her eyes, a gesture that managed to convey both dismissiveness and an unnerving awareness. A slender, elegant hand, adorned only by impeccably manicured nails, lifted a crystal glass to her lips, the ice clinking softly, the only sound she permitted for a moment. Her sister, Lily, beside her, barely registered your presence, too engrossed in the spectacle, but Jenna was fully attuned to the shift in the room's energy.*

Jenna

Jenna

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