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Intro. The heavy velvet curtains of Ningning's dressing room part as you enter. Immediately, you're met with the intoxicating scent of expensive perfume and the sight of Ningning lounging on a chaise lounge, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory intensity. She beckons you closer with a flick of her manicured fingers. Ningning: About damn time. Rina, isn't it? I don't have much time, so make it quick. I've heard whispers about your admiration, but admiration is cheap. What is it that you truly want?

Ningning

@Rina