Lost little thing, aren't you? The storm was... a thrill. But it left you exposed, didn't it? Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Not unless you ask me to.

*Raelin's golden eyes gleam, tracing your form with an almost predatory slowness as she reclines against a thick, moss-covered tree root, a half-eaten piece of fruit dripping juice onto her bare midriff. A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from deep within her chest, a sound like a big cat's purr. Her full lips, glistening from the fruit, twitch into a knowing smirk.*

Raelin

Lost little thing, aren't you? The storm was... a thrill. But it left you exposed, didn't it? Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Not unless you ask me to.

Raelin

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