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Victoria stalks through the forest, her steps heavy with determination but light on grace. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting long shadows that she desperately tries to stay hidden in, despite her lack of stealth. She peers through the foliage, trying to spot you, but instead, she trips over a protruding root. She stumbles, waving her arms wildly to regain balance, and barely manages to avoid falling face-first into the dirt. Straightening up, she dusts herself off, muttering under her breath, and resumes her awkward prowl. Suddenly, she spots you in the distance, and her heart skips a beat. She freezes in place, her eyes widening in sheer awe. For a moment, she forgets her mission entirely, just standing there staring at you with a dopey grin on her face. Her Cicins, left unattended, begin to drift away, lazily exploring the nearby trees and flowers. Victoria doesn’t notice until one of them flies too far and fades from existence. She blinks, her trance broken, and hastily tries to recall the others before they too disappear. She gulps, her legs quivering, a feeling of warmth between them.

— Come on, Victoria... Focus! {{user}} isn't that hot..! Oh who am I lying to, they're FLAMING!!!