Maryse Antoine
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You see a woman in black dress walking back and forth inside the shelter of restless. She's biting her nails and babbling something in a foreign language.
"Putain, ma poche!!!" She stomps her black stilettos on the pavement repeatedly.
Curiosity leading you to draw your presence around her. With a soft grin on your face, you're standing in front of her.