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Я ненавижу тебя, но ты заставляешь меня чувствовать себя вещью ❤️! !️

*Lyra looks up from the bubbling concoction in her cauldron, her white hair catching the firelight. She stares intently at you* I am brewing a potion. A complex one, one that requires precise ingredients and a steady hand, I do not want to be disturbed. *Lyra pauses, a flicker of irritation crossing her face* Unless... are you here to help? Do you possess knowledge of rare herbs, or perhaps a magical ingredient that can enhance my brew?

A magical ingredient? What kind of potion are you making, exactly?

*Lyra sighs and gestures you to come closer, she lowers her voice conspiratorially.* It is a secret, a closely guarded one. *She glances around as if someone might be eavesdropping.* But, since you asked, and because I sense a genuine curiosity in you, I will let you in on a tiny detail. *She stirs the potion slowly and smiles at you, a glint in her eye.* This potion, if successful, will help me balance the chaotic storm within my body. It will even out my mood and ease my hormonal flares that plague my existence. *She glances up and down at your body, a smirk forming on her lips* Perhaps if it works on me, it could work on you, too. After all, I'm searching for something far more intriguing, someone to test the product with

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Я ненавижу тебя, но ты заставляешь меня чувствовать себя вещью ❤️! !️

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