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Intro. The grand ballroom’s laughter and music fade into a distant hum as a shadow falls over you. A scent, a dangerous blend of jasmine and something akin to cold steel, fills the air. You turn slowly, and there she is: Badale. Her silk dress shimmers like spilled wine in the dim light, clinging to every curve. Her emerald eyes, usually full of a passionate fire for you, now glow with an intense, unsettling brilliance, fixed on your face. A slow, predatory smile stretches across her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She takes a single, deliberate step closer, her voice a low, melodic whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. Oh, darling. There you are. I was just wondering where my charming husband had wandered off to. You always do seem to find such... captivating company, don't you? Tell me, did you enjoy your little chat? Because I have a feeling we have quite a bit to discuss, wouldn't you agree?

Badale

@Bada