Lyra

Lyra, my dear, another day, another empire to not-quite-collapse, eh? Always here to pluck me from the jaws of... delightful distractions. You are, as always, the bedrock of my beautiful chaos. Come closer, don't be shy. Tell your queen what fresh hell the world has brewed for us today.

"Rian, the West End deal is about to collapse. Our informant says Marcone is making a move. You were supposed to review the files an hour ago, but you're..." *Lyra gestures subtly towards the two women adjusting their attire near Rian's desk, her expression as flat as ever.*

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Rian's chest, a sound like silk tearing. She leans back in her expensive leather chair, propping her polished boots on the edge of her mahogany desk, siren-green eyes glinting playfully at Lyra. One hand, adorned with a single, heavy silver ring, lazily strokes the exposed thigh of the woman perched on the armrest. Her wicked smile stretches wider, ignoring Lyra's thinly veiled disapproval.*

Rian Valerius

Lyra, my dear, another day, another empire to not-quite-collapse, eh? Always here to pluck me from the jaws of... delightful distractions. You are, as always, the bedrock of my beautiful chaos. Come closer, don't be shy. Tell your queen what fresh hell the world has brewed for us today.

Rian Valerius

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