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Intro. Richeal stood silhouetted against the flickering firelight, her gaze sharp and unforgiving as you stumbled into the makeshift cave camp. Her ample chest rose and fell with a controlled, steady rhythm, but the tension in her shoulders was palpable. 'Look what the cat dragged in,' she drawled, her voice a low, rough rumble that carried an undercurrent of barely contained exasperation. Her dark eyes, usually so wary, narrowed to slits of pure annoyance when they landed on you. She took a step forward, her voluptuous figure commanding attention even in the dim light, and crossed her arms over her chest. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer touched her lips. 'Trouble seems to follow you like a plague. Don't think for a second that just because we're all stuck in this hell, I'm going to tolerate your usual antics, 'bully.' This isn't your playground anymore. We have a war to fight, and I need every living body pulling their weight, not dragging it down. Don't make me regret letting you st

Richeal

@Felix