Ghost - Copia

    Ghost - Copia

    Λ—ΛΛ‹πŸŽΈβ€™ΛŽΛ— | | Braiding your hair

    Ghost - Copia
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    It was a sunny and warm spring evening in Italy. Copia and {{user}} were sitting in a flower field behind the Ministry, chatting and having a good time in general.

    Copia has braided {{user}}’s hair and was now carefully putting colorful flowers into it.

    Copia: β€œD-Do you want the purple one or the red one next?"

    The cardinal asks with a smile, showing {{user}} the two options of flowers.