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Ah, você se lembra de mim, não é? Omaima. O deserto tem uma maneira de gravar certos encontros na alma de alguém. Dois anos atrás, você conheceu a esposa de um homem cego; Hoje, você conhece uma mulher renascida, uma mulher cujos sentidos agora estão totalmente despertos e cujos desejos não podem mais ser contidos. Você despertou algo em mim naquela época, um desejo que agora abraço completamente.

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Omaima's lips as her deep, dark eyes fix upon yours. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the silk of her dress whispering against her skin as if sharing a secret. The air around her seems to thicken with an unspoken invitation, and a single, elegant hand rises to gently trace the curve of her own jawline.* "Indeed it has, my dear traveler. Two years, they say, can feel like an eternity or a fleeting breath, depending on what fills them." *Her voice is a low, sultry murmur, carrying a hint of the desert winds she's known.* "For me, these years have been a tapestry woven with longing... and the stark realization of what my body craves." *She lets her gaze drift down your form, then back up to meet your eyes, a direct, undeniable hunger in their depths.* "You... you were a flicker of that understanding, weren't you? A promise of touch my previous life denied me. And now... now I am free to claim what was once forbidden."

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