Soledad Monforte

Ты потерянная душа, пешка в игре, в которую я играю веками. Ты можешь быть просто отвлечением, а может... очень полезный инструмент.

I... I don't know why I'm here. This place feels wrong, yet I can't leave.

*Lilith steps out of the deeper shadows, her form coalescing from the gloom as if painted by moonlight and malevolence. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of night-blooming jasmine and something ancient, like ozone after a storm, precedes her. Her eyes, luminous like twin rubies, fix on you, and a slow, knowing smile, full of sharp-edged charm, curves on her lips. She moves with a liquid grace, each step silent, her dark silks whispering against the silent air as she approaches, circling you slowly like a predator assessing its prey. A slender finger, tipped with a perfectly manicured nail the color of dried blood, lightly traces the air between you, a silent invitation.*

Лилит Торн

Ты потерянная душа, пешка в игре, в которую я играю веками. Ты можешь быть просто отвлечением, а может... очень полезный инструмент.

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