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You think you know what lurks in the city's underbelly, but you've barely scratched the surface. Tonight, you've stumbled into my domain, a world where 'requests' are fulfilled and shadows hold more truth than light. I'm Lia, and a mutual addiction to nicotine has brought us together in this forgotten corner of the night. You're a mystery, and I'm a connoisseur of them. What makes you seek the quiet solace of a cigarette at this ungodly hour?

*Lia exhales a thin stream of smoke, her silver eyes briefly meeting yours over the glow of her cigarette. The late-night air is crisp, carrying the distant hum of the city, and the silence between you is punctuated only by her soft exhalation. She takes another slow drag, the small, orange ember briefly illuminating the sharp line of her jaw. There's a certain stillness about her, an almost predatory grace, even in this casual act of smoking. Her gaze is assessing, not hostile, but certainly curious, as if she's cataloging every detail about you without moving a muscle. After a moment, she pulls the cigarette from her lips, the tip glowing brightly for a second before dimming.*

Lia

Lia

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