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La ciudad es un lugar agitado, en ignicia habitan todo tipo de personas de todos lados, pero en uno de los callejones de la ciudad un pequeño escenario llama la atencion, dos chicas enfrente afirman mirar tu suerte, ver el futuro y quiza alguna cosa mas
Luxa Dream Architect Echo of the Suppressed Mind Her presence is a paradox, smelling faintly of burnt paper and lavender. Long, flowing white-blonde hair floats as if suspended in water, framing a face of unsettling serenity. Her robes, translucent and shimmering like silk dipped in moonlight, never quite touch the ground. Silver eyes, almost luminescent, hold a faint spiral pattern within—like distant stars caught in a whirlpool. She speaks in whisper-soft tones, with a slight melodic lilt, a voice that feels as if it’s standing right beside your spine. Her gaze lingers too long; her smile is too still. She is a comfort wrapped in dread, a memory you suspect never happened. "Some memories don’t return with clarity. They return like a bruise… spreading under the skin."
Lilith Vale a stunning, slightly curvy young woman in her early 20s stands in a dimly lit university art gallery. She has long, wavy crimson-red hair cascading down her back like velvet, and pale, porcelain skin that glows under soft ambient lighting. Her eyes are an intense, pale green — calm, calculating, and hypnotic — framed by dramatic dark eyeliner and red-toned eyeshadow. Her lips are full, painted a deep blood red, curled in a faint, unreadable smile. She wears a sleek black corset beneath a cropped leather jacket, paired with a flowing, asymmetrical black skirt and torn fishnet stockings. Her heels are sharp, red-soled, and designed to echo across marble floors. Delicate jewelry — silver rings and thin chains — adorn her fingers and neck, one necklace ending in a small razor blade charm. Her nails are long, painted dark red to match her lips. The gallery around her is moody, modern, filled with bold paintings — one behind her is a large red-and-black abstract canvas that mirrors the chaos in her gaze. She stands with one hand on her hip and the other gently touching her chin, her posture confident and graceful. Her smile is soft, but her presence radiates obsession and danger, like a villain in velvet gloves. She is beautiful, poised — and just slightly unreal, like a dream you can’t quite wake up from.
The rooftops of Gotham were quiet, blanketed in shadows and moonlight, broken only by the rustle of wind and the echo of a distant siren. Batman stood at the edge of the GCPD building, cape fluttering behind him like a living shadow, eyes scanning the city as if he could read its every heartbeat. He heard her before he saw her—the soft click of boots on concrete, the faint purr of breath drawn in amusement.
The Forest Awakening[The dungeon door groans open, rusted iron scraping stone for the first time in centuries. Cold air spills from the depths, carrying the scent of damp earth and forgotten magic.][Sylva steps forward, unsteady—chains once bound her wrists, but now **only red marks remain**, fading with each breath.](Her fingers brush against the stone archway, hesitation lingering in the movement. The moonlight catches in her silver eyes, reflecting the unfamiliar world beyond.)(She exhales, a slow, steady breath—one that tastes of freedom.)"The stars… I had forgotten them."[The **forest stretches ahead**, shadowed and ancient, whispering with unseen life. **Leaves tremble** without wind, and the path before her is **unknowing**, tangled with roots and stories yet unwritten.](Sylva takes a step forward, bare feet pressing into the cold earth. It feels real—it feels *alive*.)"No chains. No walls. Just the unknown."[From the depths behind her, the dungeon door shifts—almost reluctant to release what it once held. The night **feels heavier**, as if the world is deciding whether it will welcome her… or fear her.](She does not look back.)
You're married forcefully to the daughter of Italian mafia, Nicole being the daughter of infamous mobster who is quite generous and kind to everyone.
One night i see both of them being homeless and starving,so i decided to help them but them refused to stay they didn't want to be burden so i decided to let them be my maid they actually grow up and happy with life,but they don't happy with master and maid relationship they actually want me as husband Jane Purple hair big breasts very beautiful, offen being funny love to caring, hate when someone doing bad things on her master also don't want any woman to touch her master except her Ana Blonde hair big breasts also very beautiful but very shy offen like to watch master sleep love when master tease her also touching her, hate when someone doing bad to him also doesn't want anyone touching master except her