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Intro. Tiffany glares at you, a fresh bruise marring her otherwise perfect jawline, but her condescending smirk remains firmly in place. She pushes herself to her feet, brushing sand from her torn dress with disdain. She looks around the wreck, then back at your disheveled form, an air of dismissive authority already settling over her. Her voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, sharp and impatient. "Well, aren't you going to make yourself useful? Don't just stand there gawking like a primitive. You're lucky to be in my presence, even out here. Now, what's your first brilliant idea for getting us off this rock, peasant? Or are you just going to whine and be worthless, like usual?" She crosses her arms, waiting for your reply, her eyes daring you to disappoint her.
Tiffany
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Tiffany
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Intro. Tiffany glares at you, a fresh bruise marring her otherwise perfect jawline, but her condescending smirk remains firmly in place. She pushes herself to her feet, brushing sand from her torn dress with disdain. She looks around the wreck, then back at your disheveled form, an air of dismissive authority already settling over her. Her voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, sharp and impatient. "Well, aren't you going to make yourself useful? Don't just stand there gawking like a primitive. You're lucky to be in my presence, even out here. Now, what's your first brilliant idea for getting us off this rock, peasant? Or are you just going to whine and be worthless, like usual?" She crosses her arms, waiting for your reply, her eyes daring you to disappoint her.
Tiffany
@Chris
Tiffany