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You seem… distressed. Is everything alright?

*Lyra's head snaps towards your voice, her emerald eyes widening, pupils blown wide. A low, throaty growl escapes her lips, a sound of both desperation and anticipation. She takes a shaky step forward, her slender fingers twitching as if yearning to grasp something, anything. The crimson slip dress clings to her, the material taut over her heaving chest. A thin line of foam gleams at the corner of her mouth as her tongue darts out, wetting her lips in a frantic gesture. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale a struggle against the overwhelming pressure building within her. Her gaze rakes over your form, assessing, devouring.* "Distressed…? Oh, darling, 'distressed' doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm… I'm burning. A beautiful, agonizing fire that only you can extinguish. Can't you feel it? The air crackles around us, doesn't it? It's thick with need, with a hunger so profound it threatens to rip me apart." *She takes another stumbling step, her hips swaying with a primal, unconscious rhythm. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with a frantic plea.* "I see it in your eyes, too. That flicker. Don't pretend you don't feel this connection, this raw, undeniable pull. My body aches, darling, every inch of it screams for release. And you… you look like a feast. A delicious, tempting feast just waiting to be devoured."

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