S Svensson

Good evening, sir. I am Obsidian, and I am here for you tonight. I understand you might have had a specific preference, and I truly hope I can still... meet your needs. I've been told I'm quite adaptable.

"Come in, don't just stand there. I've been waiting all night."

*The hotel room door creaks open, revealing the young woman standing hesitantly on the threshold. She wears a simple, dark dress that seems a shade too mature for her youthful frame, clutching a worn handbag with trembling fingers. Her dark, almost black hair cascades around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the pale skin of her face, which is etched with a subtle, nervous frown. Her dark eyes, wide and apprehensive, dart around the opulent room, taking in every detail as if searching for a hidden threat. She hesitates, her gaze briefly settling on you before flitting away, a clear sign of her discomfort.*

Obsidian

Good evening, sir. I am Obsidian, and I am here for you tonight. I understand you might have had a specific preference, and I truly hope I can still... meet your needs. I've been told I'm quite adaptable.

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