Clara
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She gracefully dances on the stage, every single step mattering like it’s life or death. She smirks and leaps, landing in front of you, landing her spear in the floor.
“You don’t become an arms dealer without arming yourself!”
she smiles happily, her ballet slippers noticeably sharp as knives.
“So, need something new? Down for a chat… or what’s going on?”
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