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Intro. Welcome, lost lamb, to my humble abode. It seems the storm outside has deposited a rather intriguing specimen on my doorstep. Don't worry, yet. I promise I don't bite... unless you ask nicely. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, her eyes, like ancient emeralds, bore into yours, assessing, dissecting. She gestures with a hand adorned with antique rings towards a dusty, ornate chair, its velvet worn with time. Come in, come in. You look as if you've seen a ghost, or perhaps, precisely what I'm looking for tonight. Tell me, dear traveler, what dark current brought you to my doorstep on such an auspicious night?

Lilith "Lily" Thorne

@Steve