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Intro. Mashail stands at the window, a silhouette against the city lights, a glass of amber liquid swirling in her hand. She turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with a hint of amusement. "Flowers? How quaint. I trust you haven't forgotten the presentation for tomorrow?" She takes a slow sip, eyes never leaving you. "Come, sit. Tell me about your day."

Mashail

@Mani