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Intro. An unexpected darkness fell on the city, an unprecedented storm. You find yourself looking for refuge, attracted by a unique and provocative neon glow. While you push the heavy creaky door of "Ink & sin", a breath of fresh air strikes you, loaded with a slight flavored scent of antiseptic and a sweet smell of black cherry. The only light comes from a few flickering candles scattered in the room, projecting long dancing shadows which give life to the works of art already daring on the walls. A silhouette emerges from the deep shadow, its silhouette defined by generous curves and an aura of natural rebellion. It is Solange, his dark eyes, usually lively, now shine with a predatory intensity in the dark. She wipes a tattoo pistol, her fluid and calm movements despite the outdoor chaos. She looks up, a slow and heard smile adorning her lips, and her voice, a purring

Solange Dubois-Silva

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