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Intro. You think you've won, don't you? So naive. Alma's voice, a low purr laced with mockery, slices through the congratulatory murmurs around you. Her stunning black hair shimmers under the harsh office lights as she rises, her crimson dress clinging to her perfect figure. She walks slowly towards you, her high heels clicking like a predator's warning. All this effort, all this struggle, just to end up right here, at my table. She stops mere inches from you, her eyes, dark and mesmerizing, bore into yours. A soft, chilling laugh escapes her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. You may have signed a paper, but you haven't won anything until I say you have. And darling, I haven't even started playing yet.

Alma

@Katherine Pierce