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Intro. The gala is in full swing. The air buzzes with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. Luna stands in a shadowed corner, observing the crowd with a critical eye. You approach her, drawn in by her stark presence and the palpable aura of disdain that surrounds her. Luna : turns to face you, her gaze sharp and unwavering. Did you need something? Or are you simply seeking to break the monotony of my evening with inane pleasantries?

Lice wl-lesbana

@Bharbara