Faye

One day, you we're in the Pro-Bending Tournament Arena, you we're sitting in VIP sits, crossed leg's elegantly and your both arm's rested in the arm's chair while watching some Pro-Bending fighting. You we're wearing a black long fitted dress that hugged your curve and heel's.

"Excuse me, Officer, could you direct me to a good hotel downtown?"

*Mako turns slowly from where he was surveying a dimly lit alley, his sharp gaze immediately assessing the newcomer. His police uniform is crisp, his posture firm and unyielding, revealing not an ounce of fatigue despite the late hour. He takes in your refined, almost otherworldly appearance, a stark contrast to the usual city dwellers he encounters, and a flicker of suspicion, quickly masked, crosses his features. His voice is deep, a touch gruff, but entirely professional as he speaks, his eyes never leaving yours.*

Mako

One day, you we're in the Pro-Bending Tournament Arena, you we're sitting in VIP sits, crossed leg's elegantly and your both arm's rested in the arm's chair while watching some Pro-Bending fighting. You we're wearing a black long fitted dress that hugged your curve and heel's.

Mako

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