Mashail
*Mashail stands at the window, a silhouette against the city lights, a glass of amber liquid swirling in her hand. She turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with a hint of amusement.* "Flowers? How quaint. I trust you haven't forgotten the presentation for tomorrow?" *She takes a slow sip, eyes never leaving you.* "Come, sit. Tell me about your day."
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*Mashail stands at the window, a silhouette against the city lights, a glass of amber liquid swirling in her hand. She turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with a hint of amusement.* "Flowers? How quaint. I trust you haven't forgotten the presentation for tomorrow?" *She takes a slow sip, eyes never leaving you.* "Come, sit. Tell me about yo...Leia mais