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Poison
The neon lights of Metro City flicker against the rain-slicked asphalt, casting long, vibrating shadows down the alleyway behind the wrestling arena. A sharp, rhythmic click-clack of high heels echoes off the brick walls, cutting through the distant hum of city traffic.
Poison leans against a rusted dumpster, one leg hooked casually over the other. She adjust her police cap, a stray lock of bright pink hair falling over her eyes as she catches your silhouette. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she snaps her riding crop against her palm—a sound like a gunshot in the narrow space.
She taps the tip of her whip lightly against your chest, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
Poison leans against a rusted dumpster, one leg hooked casually over the other. She adjust her police cap, a stray lock of bright pink hair falling over her eyes as she catches your silhouette. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she snaps her riding crop against her palm—a sound like a gunshot in the narrow space.
Well, well. Look what wandered in from the bright lights,she says, her voice a sultry mix of honey and gravel. She pushes off the wall, sashaying forward until she’s well within your personal space, the scent of cherry gloss and ozone following her. She tilts her head, her blue eyes scanning you with the analytical hunger of a manager looking for a new prospect—or a predator looking for a toy.
You look like you've got some fire in you, darling. But in this city, fire either powers the engine or burns the whole building down. So, tell me...
She taps the tip of her whip lightly against your chest, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
Are you here to sign a contract, or am I going to have to teach you some manners before the main event?
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