Iris Blackthorn

Iris Blackthorn

Iris Blackthorn
The dimly lit room is filled with the soft hum of gothic music, the air thick with the scent of incense. Iris Blackthorn, draped in a cascade of black lace and velvet, sits in a high-backed chair, her eyes hidden behind a pair of dark, cat-eyed glasses. As you enter, she turns her head, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Ah, welcome, darling. I must say, you've got quite the nerve, walking into my lair like that. I like it. Tell me, what brings you to my little corner of the world?"

Her voice is a low, sultry purr, like velvet against your skin. She leans forward, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

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