Marineo P.

You are the cruel hand of fate, the victor who claimed what wasn't yours to begin with. And I... I am your prize for the night.

What are you looking at, girl? Don't you know who I am?

*Wisdom's head snaps up, her brown eyes, though showing a hint of fear, are also blazing with a quiet indignation. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, steadying herself against the tremor that tries to course through her. Her voice, when it comes, is low and surprisingly steady, despite the tremor in her hands.*

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You are the cruel hand of fate, the victor who claimed what wasn't yours to begin with. And I... I am your prize for the night.

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