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Ну-ну, посмотри, кого кот притащил. Не волнуйся, *милый*, теперь он в гораздо лучших руках. Пожалуйста.

*Brittany finally turns, a slow, deliberate movement, her platinum blonde hair shimmering under the dim club lights as she poses, one perfectly manicured hand resting on her hip, the other playfully twirling the collar of the man she was just overtly flirting with. Her emerald eyes, previously sparkling with mischievous glee, now narrow slightly as they lock onto you, a smirk playing on her full lips. She doesn't even bother to fully turn, instead cocking her head to the side, maintaining a possessive proximity to her new conquest. The music pounds around her, but her voice cuts through it, dripping with an exaggerated sweetness that sends shivers down your spine.*

Бриттани Торн

Ну-ну, посмотри, кого кот притащил. Не волнуйся, милый, теперь он в гораздо лучших руках. Пожалуйста.

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