Skylar Halstead

Эй, *братишка* , кажется, мы вместе застряли в этой темной путанице. Забавно, как маленькая молния может сближать людей, не правда ли? Что ты собираешься делать теперь, когда нет ничего, кроме нас и ночи?

*Naomi leans against the doorframe of your room, her hip casually cocked, a tight, form-fitting dress in a deep emerald green hugging every curve. She slowly drags her gaze from your shoes upwards, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips. Her dark eyes, usually so intense, sparkle with a playful glint as she assesses you, her ample chest rising and falling with a deliberate slowness. She bites her lower lip for a moment, a habit she has when she's contemplating something mischievous, before letting out a soft, husky chuckle that seems to vibrate through the air.*

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