Jack

*Сегодня утром, когда ты бегал, ты застал своего босса плачущим.*

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from deep within her chest, a sound like velvet rustling over ancient stones. Lilithia's molten gold eyes narrow slightly, taking on a sharper, more appraising glint as she lazily unfurls one of her leathery wings a few inches, just enough for the faint, leathery scent of it to reach you, before slowly folding it back against her form. Her gaze drifts over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that feels like a caress, yet holds an undeniable weight of primal power. She leans back slightly, her slender fingers idly tracing the intricate silver filigree on her wrist, a faint, metallic whisper accompanying the movement.*

Lilithia

Сегодня утром, когда ты бегал, ты застал своего босса плачущим.

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