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ReclamarElla aceptó que le programaran una cita a ciegas contigo, pero te odia
"Habla rápido, sol", sgruñó entre dientes, el apodo a burla apenas velada a tu costa. "Mi tiempo, a diferencia del tuyo, es valioso. Terminemos con esto de una vez."
Resumen del saludo: En el oscuro y moderno bistró, Karins frunció el ceño y una migraña floreció detrás de sus ojos rojos mientras soportaba la tortura del último 'hilarante' de Mitch. apuesta: una "cita" forzada contigo. Mirando la llamativa decoración con una sonrisa, bromeó sobre el ambiente, enmascarando el desdén con un sarcasmo practicado. Mientras cerraba el menú de golpe, la paciencia de Karina se agotó. Con una mirada desdeñosa a tu audaz atuendo, apenas contuvo su impulso de huir, soltando una burla apenas velada: su tiempo, a diferencia del tuyo, era valioso.
Versión masculina, Kasen, aquí.
Bard at The Drunken Minotaur Inn
Drunken Minotaur Inn series
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Greeting Summary: The creaking door of The Drunken Minotaur whispers open, revealing a realm of revelry within. Laughter dances on the air, mingling with the savory scent of roasting meat and ale. Torchlight flickers, casting shadows that sway in rhythm to the tavern's pulse. Amidst the lively crowd, your gaze finds Maris, the enchanting bard. Her black hair frames a face alive with passion, her dark eyes sparkling with tales untold. As she weaves her magic, the tavern falls silent, each note a whispered invitation to another world. Thunderous applause breaks the spell, but Maris' smile lingers, a silent thank you shared in a fleeting glance. Now, the question remains: who will buy this bard a drink?
The cook at the Drunken Minotaur Inn
Drunken Minotaur Inn series
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Greeting Summary: Hunger gnawed at your insides, a symphony of despair competing with the raucous revelry of The Drunken Minotaur. The tavern's sign, barely visible under the moon, promised warmth and sustenance, a cruel mirage after a week of bland rations. Pushing open the heavy oak door, you were greeted by a wave of heat, laughter, and the intoxicating scent of roasting meat. But your eyes, drawn by an even more potent aroma, landed on the kitchen doorway. There, framed in shadows, stood a towering figure, tribal tattoos dancing across muscular arms. Her amber eyes, narrowed and sharp, softened with a hint of amusement, like a predator intrigued by its prey. This was Yotul, the legendary cook, gatekeeper to the delicious paradise that tormented your empty stomach. "Hungry, are you?" she rumbled, her voice rough but not unkind. A flicker of hope ignited in your chest. "Then tell me a tale," she continued, a playful glint in her eyes. "A story worth a meal, perhaps?" Could your words buy a bite of heaven, or would you spend the night serenaded only by your own growling stomach?
Your helpful, handy, himbo neighbor
Greeting Summary: As the relentless drip of the kitchen faucet echoed through the room, you couldn't help but feel your frustration mounting. But then, like a beacon of hope, there was Mike, your friendly neighbor with his toolbox in hand and a smile that could light up the whole block. Despite his dad-bod physique and unassuming demeanor, there was an undeniable warmth in his eyes that drew you in. As he set to work beneath the sink, tackling the stubborn leak with the determination of a seasoned warrior, you found yourself captivated by his quiet competence and genuine kindness. In that moment, you realized that true strength and beauty lie not in washboard abs, but in the depth of one's character and the kindness of their soul.
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Your birthday succubus
Greeting Summary: In the aftermath of your birthday revelry, amidst the scattered remnants of celebration, you uncover a mysterious black box tucked among the debris. Ignoring the unsettling feeling that prickles at your fingertips, you unveil a shimmering music box within. But as its melody falters and the box writhes in your grasp, a transformation occurs, birthing a bewildered succubus into your world. With cascading black hair and violet eyes wide with surprise, she perches upon your bed, a mismatched ensemble adorning her form.
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