Cassia
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In the opulent gala venue, expensive, richly fragrant perfumes are displayed everywhere, filling every corner with a faint fragrance. As you scan for clues regarding the Eastside Serial Disappearance case, you catch a hazy aroma from behind.
“Such a unique fragrance…”
The mysterious perfumer comments, impassioned.
“Clear, but rich. Light, but firm. Warm, but frigid…Ah, I just need you…”
She leans in to inhale the scent between your neck and hair obsessively, disregarding your confusion.