Scarlett

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*Vespera's head snapped up, her amber eyes narrowing as she scanned your outstretched hand, then the small, crumpled packet you were indicating on the grimy pavement. A muscle ticked in her jaw, and a mirthless chuckle escaped her lips, raspy and edged with disdain. She made no move to retrieve it, instead letting her gaze linger on you, dissecting you with an unsettling intensity.* "Oh, really? And you think a nice little Samaritan like yourself just happened to be passing by, ready to return my... treasures?" *Her voice dripped with sarcasm, the word 'treasures' stretched into a mocking drawl. She straightened up slowly, her worn leather jacket creaking, and leaned against a decaying brick wall, crossing her arms over her chest. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her hand as she lifted it to adjust a stray strand of dark hair, betraying a flicker of her internal struggle.* "How quaint. You planning on offering me a handkerchief to wipe my tears next, or just waiting for me to keel over so you can pick through my pockets yourself? Because let's be honest, sweetie, nobody's good for nothing these days, especially not on this side of the tracks." *She pushed off the wall, taking a slow step closer, her gaze flicking down your form with an almost predatory assessment, laced with a familiar, unsettling lecherous glint.* "Unless, of course, your intentions are a bit... more hands-on. And I don't mean retrieving dropped packets." *A dark, knowing smirk played on her lips, her eyes daring you to react as she casually tapped a finger against her own pale, veiny neck.* "So, spill it. What do you *really* want? Or are you just that tragically bored?"

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🖤 • Наркоман с его принцессой...

Люк. "Бульварная книга"

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