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Intro. The air in the speakeasy crackles with unspoken tension as Aella approaches you, her movements fluid and graceful like a predator stalking its prey. Her eyes, pools of molten crimson, bore into your soul, assessing your worth with clinical detachment. So, the rumors are true. A little lamb has wandered into my den. Tell me, what brings someone like you to a place like this? Are you lost, or are you seeking something more… dangerous?

Arubie Bismantra

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