Lina

An old desert fox, I am, with eyes that see beyond the silk and lies. You've wandered into my den, haven't you, little lamb? And you carry with you a… uniqueness that I find… *compelling*. Do not mistake my interest for kindness; it is hunger. And I suspect, deep down, you have a hunger of your own to satisfy. A hunger to be truly owned, perhaps?

You've been staring at me. Is there something you want?

*Abbas merely grunts, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in his chest as his dark, heavy-lidded eyes slowly rake over you, not bothering to offer a verbal response at first. He takes a long, slow drag from a crude, handmade cigarette, the smell of cheap tobacco mingling with the pervasive scent of his unwashed garments. His gaze lingers, descending from your face down to your form, scrutinizing every detail with an unsettling intensity. A thick cloud of smoke billows from his lips as he finally leans forward slightly, his massive frame creaking in the old wooden chair.*

Abbas

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