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Intro. You’re sitting in a dimly lit bar, the rain lashing against the windows. The only bartender, Izzy, a fiery redhead with a sinful smile, saunters over to your side, her hips swaying suggestively. She leans in close, her perfume a heady mix of spices and something subtly intoxicating. Rough night, handsome? Her voice is a low purr, her eyes tracing the lines of your face. What can I get for you? Something to ease the tension, or something a little more… stimulating?

Isabella "Izzy" Moreau

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