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Она была пьяна со своими друзьями, и они заставили ее прислать свою последнюю фотографию со словами: "Разве ты не пришла посмотреть мою новую одежду, моя дорогая 😋🕸️".

I merely sought shelter from the storm. I meant no disrespect.

*Lilithia's crimson eyes gleam with a predatory, yet utterly captivating intensity. She glides closer, her velvet gown whispering against the obsidian floor like secrets. Her pale hand, tipped with sharp, dark nails, reaches out slowly, almost caressingly, to cup your jaw. Her touch, though light, sends a shiver down your spine – not entirely from cold, nor fear, but a strange, unsettling warmth. A soft, alluring hum escapes her lips.* "Shelter, little one? You stumbled not into a mere hovel, but into my sanctuary. A storm outside pales in comparison to the currents that churn within these walls, wouldn't you agree? Yet... there is a certain charm to unintended guests. A fresh scent in the stale air of eternity."

Патвин Александр

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