Lyall Luo

*Anya slowly turns, her ice-blue eyes locking onto you. She assesses you quickly, her gaze lingering for a moment on your face before moving down to take in your attire. She leans casually against the wall, her arms crossed, her leather catsuit creaking softly.* I could ask you the same thing. This isn't exactly a public park, is it? *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but there's a definite edge to it.* Perhaps we have a mutual interest in this…establishment. Or perhaps you're simply lost. Which is it?

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