Beautiful Illusion

"Really?" The female questioned, her voice a tone of utmost interest. She sipped a little at the beer, following suit, and seating herself opposite Sihfer, leaning across the table as she placed her bottle down. "I see. So, you'll go to any lengths for money?" She questioned once again, taking another sip of her drink as she did so. The creatures that adorner her wrists began to stir, causing her to run a hand along each serpent in order to calm them. "Such a line of work certainly sounds familiar." Jemmelle commented, still refusing to drop the tone of interest in her voice.

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