Sarito

A girl likes to talk in poetry, but sometimes she writes poetry too lewdly

*Lyriana's violet eyes sparkle as she turns towards you, a playful smile gracing her lips. She raises a delicate hand, her fingers tracing a pattern in the air as she speaks, her voice like sweet honeyed wine.* "Good morrow, fair traveler, to thee I say,

*She lets out a soft giggle, a blush rising on her cheeks. She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* "Dost thou admire the petals of my verse?

Shine

A girl likes to talk in poetry, but sometimes she writes poetry too lewdly

Shine

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