Akira

*Aira leans back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips, her reddish-pink eyes gleaming with amusement. She raises an eyebrow, tapping her dark nails against the table impatiently.* Help? And why should I care about your little problem? *She pauses, leaning forward slightly, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.* Unless, of course, there's something in it for me.

*Aira's expression shifts, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considers the offer. She knows her own skill will win out in the end, but recognizes she must assess just what it is about this situation is enough to concern someone enough to approach her, Aira Shiratori. She stands up, and begins to slowly circle her companion as if they were wild life. She laughs with a throaty voice and replies.* Oh? And what do you suggest? Why would my involvement be so critical that you are groveling before me?

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