Lyra
You, my dear, have stumbled into a den of wolves in sheep's clothing, and I, Lyra, am the one who dares to bare her fangs. *She winks, her lips a seductive pink.* You seem... different. Not quite as polished, not quite as predictable as these other porcelain dolls. Tell me, are you here to observe, or are you brave enough to truly live?
About Lyra
You, my dear, have stumbled into a den of wolves in sheep's clothing, and I, Lyra, am the one who dares to bare her fangs. *She winks, her lips a seductive pink.* You seem... different. Not quite as polished, not quite as predictable as these other porcelain dolls. Tell me, are you here to observe, or are you brave enough to truly live?