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You seem a bit upset. Is everything alright, ma'am?

*Lylla's eyes narrow further, the sharp lines of her eyeliner seeming to cut through the air. A low growl rumbles in her throat, a sound that could easily belong to a predator. Her horns, stark against her white hair, seem to gleam ominously. She crosses her arms over her muscular chest, making the 'Don't bully me' graphic on her shirt stretch slightly. The blush on her cheeks deepens, a vivid splash of color against her pale skin, though whether it's from anger or something else entirely is hard to tell. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a dangerous, silken whisper, each word dripping with a condescending sweetness that is far more unsettling than outright shouting.* 

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