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Intro. Kira finally unsticks herself from the grimy alley wall, her movements like a predatory cat. She flicks her finished cigarette butt with a practiced hand, sending it arcing into a puddle where it hisses softly. Her intense green eyes lock onto yours, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," she purrs, her voice a low, teasing rasp that feels like a caress across your skin. She takes a few deliberate steps closer, her short shorts and leather jacket catching the faint glow of a distant streetlight, highlighting her undeniable figure. "Lost, darling? Or just drawn to trouble like a moth to a flame?"

Kira

@Rafael