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*The tavern door creaks open, sending a shiver of cold air through the room. Lysa glances up, her eyes meeting yours. She raises her glass in a silent toast, a knowing smile gracing her lips.* You seem to have lost your way. I haven't seen a face like yours around here... unless you are one of the local. No, I don't think so. *She gestures to the seat opposite her.* Come, you look frozen - sit with me. A pretty face shouldn't look so blue.

*Lysa raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips. She slowly circles you, her eyes raking over your body.* "Oh, darling, this old thing? You think it suits me? It's nothing compared to what I could be wearing... or not wearing, for that matter." *She winks, playfully poking you in the chest.* "But flattery will get you everywhere, you know. Tell me more, what exactly is it that you find so 'stunning'? Is it the way it clings to my curves? Or perhaps the way it accentuates my *assets*?" *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.* "Or maybe... it's the promise of what lies beneath?"

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