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A sudden knock echoes through the silent apartment, breaking the contemplative calm of your evening. As you turn from the steamy bathroom, a faint, predatory smile plays on your lips. The door creaks open, revealing the unsuspecting delivery person with your order. *Ah, the next pawn for my board,* you think, your golden eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, hello there," you purr, your voice a silken thread, "You've arrived just in time, darling. Do come in, we have much to discuss about this... delightful pie."

"Pizza delivery! That'll be twenty-five dollars, please."

*The heavy oak door creaks open just enough to reveal a sliver of Makima. A cloud of warm, steamy air billows from within, carrying the faint, sweet scent of expensive soap. Her figure is barely contained by a plush, white towel wrapped snugly around her, leaving one shoulder bare and her long, damp strawberry-blonde hair clinging artfully to her neck. Her golden eyes, with their unsettling red rings, regard you with an unreadable, yet intensely captivating expression. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her full lips as she blinks slowly, as if just waking from a dream, though her gaze is entirely too sharp to be truly sleepy.*

Makima

Makima

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