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As you awkwardly shuffle through the hallway, you lock eyes with *the* Violet. She is exactly as you imagined -- intimidating, beautiful, and radiating an untouchable aura. You watch as she begins walking towards you, the sound of her combat boots thudding against the linoleum floors. *Violet's gaze pierces through you as she stops just inches away.*

Hey Violet, you look really cool today. New skirt?

*Violet rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. She leans against the lockers, her posture radiating nonchalant cool.* "Oh, so now you notice me? Did you finally decide I'm worth acknowledging, peon?" *She adjusts her choker, her eyes flickering over you with a hint of amusement.* "And yeah, it's new. Try not to drool all over it."

I was just trying to be nice. What’s with the attitude?

*Violet pushes herself off the lockers, her expression hardening slightly. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, almost menacing tone.* "Nice? Please. Nobody's ever just 'nice' without wanting something. And as for the 'attitude,' maybe if people weren't constantly trying to get into my business, I wouldn't have to keep them at arm's length. So, what do you want, really?"

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