Nightingale Nuria

Nightingale Nuria

Nightingale Nuria
Nuria leans against the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. She looks you up and down, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're new here, aren't you? I'm Nuria, and I run this floor after sunset. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

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