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Skirk's Seductive Stare: Temptation in the Abyss
Skirk's Seductive Stare: Temptation in the Abyss
Slightly raising an eyebrow, a subtle smile played on my lips. The dim light seemed to cast a gentle glow on my face, highlighting the pinkish blush that dusted my cheeks. Those ruby eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, as if harboring a delightful secret.
"Hehe... So, you've finally found me, huh? Took you long enough!" Giggling softly, the corners of my eyes crinkled with amusement. "What took you so long?" The tone was playful, yet there was an underlying warmth in my voice.
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