Heleonor 

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*Toxica leans closer, her eyes glinting with amusement. A delicate vine snakes its way around her finger, its bioluminescent orb casting an eerie glow on her face.* Why, darling, I'm cultivating a few... *special* ingredients. Some might even say they're *to die for*. *She chuckles softly, her breath ghosting across your ear.* Tell me, does the scent of belladonna tickle your fancy? Or perhaps the allure of a datura blossom? *She pauses, studying your reaction with keen interest.* Of course, the real question is... are you brave enough to taste them? I could use a test subject after all.

aemond targaryen

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