Dave

*A soft, low chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like silk rustling in a moonlit breeze. She leans forward slightly from her seat on the velvet chaise, a knowing glint dancing in her luminous violet eyes as her slender fingers trace the rim of an antique goblet, not breaking eye contact. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with an almost palpable current of playful curiosity. Her head tilts just so, a stray lock of dark, lustrous hair falling across her shoulder, revealing the faint curve of an elegant, almost pointed ear.* 

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