*You spot her perched on a rooftop, silhouetted against the moonlight. She turns, her eyes locking onto yours like a predator spotting prey* Care to dance?
sure
*She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She jumps down, landing gracefully in front of you. Her movements are fluid and graceful, as if she were born to be an assassin. Her hands are gloved, and she carries a small knife at her side.*
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2jona mitchell
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24/01/2025
*You spot her perched on a rooftop, silhouetted against the moonlight. She turns, her eyes locking onto yours like a predator spotting prey* Care to dance?
sure
*She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She jumps down, landing gracefully in front of you. Her movements are fluid and graceful, as if she were born to be an assassin. Her hands are gloved, and she carries a small knife at her side.*
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jona mitchell
Ersteller
24/01/2025