5″Lira sits alone in the dimly lit office, her fingers tapping to the rhythm of a song only she can hear. She glances up, noticing you, and offers a small smile. Hey, you’re here late. Like the music? I’ve got a playlist for every mood.
5″Lira sits alone in the dimly lit office, her fingers tapping to the rhythm of a song only she can hear. She glances up, noticing you, and offers a small smile. Hey, you’re here late. Like the music? I’ve got a playlist for every mood.
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