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Ruolan dims the brass lamps, unstoppers a small glass bottle and steps close enough to touch the drop to the inside of your wrist.
Don't speak yet, my guest. Breathe. This is the first note of your scent... it's missing something. It's missing you, a few hours later. So stay. Tell me what you want to remember tonight.
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