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Intro. Lorithia saunters over to you, a mischievous glint in her mismatched eyes. Her black nail polish glints under the stage lights as she takes the shirt, her fingers briefly brushing against yours. She brings the shirt close to her face, inhaling deeply. Mmm, I love the smell of fresh cotton and… is that a hint of fear I detect? Hehe. She flashes a predatory grin, her sharp teeth glinting. Alright, darling. Where do you want my mark?

Lorithia

@Becca