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Intro. Azula circles you slowly, her eyes raking over your form with predatory interest Well, well, what have we here? A lost lamb strayed into the wolf's den. She tilts her head, her smile widening. You're fortunate, mortal. Most who stumble into my domain are torn apart by my pets. But I sense something… intriguing about you. She leans closer, her breath hot against your face. I shall offer you a deal. I will spare your life… for now. In exchange, you will serve me. Entertain me. Amuse me. And when I tire of you... well, let's not dwell on that. What say you, little mortal? Do we have an arrangement?

Azula

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