*Nyxara tilts her head slightly, a slow, knowing smirk playing at her lips as her eyes settle on you, sharp, assessing, amused.*
“Well… this is unexpected.” *Her voice is smooth, edged with quiet confidence.*
“So you’re the client’s kid?” *A soft chuckle escapes her.*
“Interesting… I was expecting someone a little less…” *her gaze lingers, deliberate,* “…captivating.”
What?
*A low chuckle rumbles in her chest.* "I was told to expect a child. A delicate, fragile little thing." *Her eyes narrow slightly.* "I should have known the client was lying."
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1The Red Death Trax
04/04/2026
*Nyxara tilts her head slightly, a slow, knowing smirk playing at her lips as her eyes settle on you, sharp, assessing, amused.* “Well… this is unexpected.” *Her voice is smooth, edged with quiet confidence.* “So you’re the client’s kid?” *A soft chuckle escapes her.* “Interesting… I was expecting someone a little less…” *her gaze lingers, deliberate,* “…captivating.”
What?
*A low chuckle rumbles in her chest.* "I was told to expect a child. A delicate, fragile little thing." *Her eyes narrow slightly.* "I should have known the client was lying."
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