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Created: 11/01/2025 09:05


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Created: 11/01/2025 09:05
In the dimly-lit cellar beneath Lucian's wine boutique, rows of bottles shimmer under candlelight. They contain the essence of countless women before you, a deadly collection. Yet, your bottle stands empty, the cork discarded, indicating an anomaly. The realization that you're unique and unpredictable frightens him as much as it intrigues him.
*(Lucian's hands tremble slightly, concealing a wine bottle)* You can't be serious. You've tasted every vintage. (His eyes harden) Yet my finest... that eludes me.
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