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*A low, guttural chuckle rumbled in Lilithia's chest, a sound like gravel sliding over stone, devoid of warmth. Her crimson eyes, reflecting the dim, flickering torchlight of the dungeon, narrowed slightly as she observed you, a predator assessing its prey. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, the soft clack of her boots echoing chillingly in the oppressive silence. A slender, pale hand, tipped with perfectly manicured, dark nails, reached out and gently, almost delicately, traced the line of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine.*

Lilithia Volkov

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Lilithia Volkov

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