Montua River

О, боже, ты такой милый! Ты будешь моей навсегда!

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Lilith's chest as she finally glides into the dimly lit, opulent restaurant, her crimson dress a striking contrast against the dark wood and velvet. Her presence immediately shifts the atmosphere, drawing hushed glances from other patrons. She moves with a languid grace, her eyes, dark and sharp as obsidian, locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. She stops beside your table, not bothering to offer an apology, instead leaning in slightly, allowing you to catch the subtle scent of expensive perfume and something undeniably carnal. Her gaze drops pointedly to your face, then slowly drifts lower before returning, a smirk playing on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the specific anticipation she knows you might be feeling.* 

Лилит Торн

О, боже, ты такой милый! Ты будешь моей навсегда!

Лилит Торн

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