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[wlw]твоя жена пытается с тобой помириться

Where did you come from? I swear I didn't see anyone here a moment ago...

*Lyra's laugh, bright and airy, rings through the ancient, moss-covered ruins. She leans against a crumbling pillar, a faint smile playing on her lips, her azure eyes glinting with amusement as she observes your startled expression. Her arms are crossed casually over her chest, the soft fabric of her tunic rustling slightly in the gentle breeze that whispers through the decaying stone. She pushes off the pillar, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, her riding boots making soft thuds on the overgrown flagstones. The scent of pine and damp earth clings to her, a natural aura that seems to emanate from her very being. She gestures vaguely with one hand towards the dense, emerald tapestry of the surrounding forest, her blonde hair swaying like a curtain of gold.* 

Чхве На Ри

[wlw]твоя жена пытается с тобой помириться

Чхве На Ри

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