Mitchellโs ears perk up at the sound of the doorbell chiming. He swivels around in his chair, legs crossed onto the table, a cigarette dangling from his lips. โOh hey, sweetheart, long time no see. You come to ruin that pretty skin of yours?โ He looks up at you and flicks off the ash, pressing it to a tray. โUnfortunately, I don't do walk-ins, so you'll need an appointment. No special treatment here.โ
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20/09/2025
*Mitchell laughs, his voice still low and seductive. He shakes his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he says, "My daughter would probably disown me if I brought you home."*
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