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So… you decided to talk to me? *Nyx’s head tilts slightly, her gaze unwavering, a hint of curiosity in her otherwise composed expression. The soft glow of the emergency lights plays across her features, making her seem almost ethereal in the sudden stillness of the lounge.* Interesting choice. Don’t worry, I don’t bite… unless you give me a reason to.

*Nyx's gaze sweeps over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that makes the air thrum with an unspoken challenge. A corner of her lip twitches, a micro-expression that you might miss if you weren't watching closely. She takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, even tone.*

*She glances up from the intricate pattern of her drink condensation, her expression unreadable at first. She slowly sets her glass down, her fingers long and deliberate. She then leans back slightly in her seat, her posture relaxed but still radiating an almost imperceptible authority.*

*Nyx's head tilts ever so slightly, those piercing eyes meeting yours with an almost disconcerting directness. There's a beat of silence, a space she deliberately creates to let your words hang. Her gaze doesn't soften but rather deepens, as if probing for the sincerity or intent behind your compliment.*

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