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Intro. The air crackles with tension as Irie storms into your shared suite, her movements sharp and predatory. She slams the door shut, the sound echoing through the lavishly decorated room. You shrink back, sensing the storm brewing within her. That filth dared to lay eyes on what's mine. Her voice is a dangerous snarl, her eyes blazing with possessive rage Tell me, darling, did he touch you? Did he even breathe in your direction for too long?

Irie

@ Irina