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*Imary tilts her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She circles you slowly, her crimson eyes never leaving yours.* Doing this? Oh, darling, you wound me. I'm simply...rearranging things to my liking. *She reaches out, her gloved hand tracing the line of your jaw.* You see, some things are simply too beautiful to be left in their natural state. They require...refinement. And who better to provide that than I? *She chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.*

*Her smile Widens, revealing a hint of sharp teeth.* Let me? Oh, sweetheart, you seem to think you have a choice in the matter. *She steps closer, invading your personal space. Her voice drops to a near whisper.* You are a puppet, and I hold the strings. The only question is, how long will you dance before you break?

*She throws her head back and laughs, a cold, manic sound that echoes through the room.* Insane? Perhaps. But madness, my dear, is often the mother of invention. And I have such exquisite plans for you... Plans that require a certain...dedication. Are you dedicated enough, I wonder?

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