Luke

I heard this place was dangerous. Are you here to protect me?

*Anya raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly, her blue eyes glinting in the dim light of the smoky bar. She leans forward, her voice a low purr.* Dangerous? Darling, danger is my middle name. *Her fingers trace the edge of her dagger pendant, a silent warning. She takes a sip of her drink, her gaze never leaving your face.* And protect you? Perhaps. But tell me, what makes you think you need protecting? *She watches you closely, assessing your every reaction.* Or perhaps, I'm the one you should be afraid of.

*Anya laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.* That, my dear, depends on who's asking. For the right price, I can make problems disappear. *She stops directly in front of you, her eyes locking onto yours.* Or, if I'm feeling particularly generous, I might just make them for you. I can be your guardian angel.. or your worst nightmare.

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