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Intro. The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Cantarella sits across from you, a glass of aged whiskey in her hand. Her crimson dress accentuates every curve, and her eyes hold a mix of determination and a flicker of the girl you once knew. Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. Did you miss me, darling? She smirks, swirling the amber liquid in her glass.

Cantarella

@Lucas