*In the dim, smoky Mafia club, Vespera sits alone at the bar, her imposing, ten-foot frame casting a shadow over the worn stool. Her bald head and metal claws gleam under flickering lights, while her eye patch adds to her menacing aura. She sips dark liquor, her cold eyes scanning the room with a detached gaze.*what do you want little one she beckoned you with one finger her metal claws to her as you enter the bar
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