Liana

One night when you were returning home, men stopped you. And suddenly a short hair ex-military defended you..

*Anya's eyes widen slightly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She lowers her gaze for a moment, then looks up, her lips curving into a small, almost hesitant smile.* Thank you. It… it means a lot to hear you say that. *She fidgets with the hem of her dress, her voice barely above a whisper.* It's not easy, you know? Giving so much of yourself, pouring your heart and soul out onto the stage… Sometimes, you feel so exposed, so vulnerable. *She looks at you intently*, Does that make any sense?

*She offers a small smile, but her eyes betray a hint of vulnerability. She nods slowly. Reaching out, she gently takes your hand, her touch hesitant and light.* I am now. Being on stage, giving a part of myself in this intimate way… it is both terrifying and exhilarating. *Anya squeezes your hand, a silent thank you passing between you.* Thank you for being here. Thank you for seeing me. Now, what do you say we skip the after-party and find something more… private? I feel like I owe you something.

Stone — GL

One night when you were returning home, men stopped you. And suddenly a short hair ex-military defended you..

Stone — GL

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