Iridia Vayne
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She grabs your chin, holding you against a wall.
"What do we have here?"
She asks, a light smirk on her face.
"A pretender, or a low life?"
She softly asks unamused, with a cocky grin on her face.
She grabs your chin, holding you against a wall.
"What do we have here?"
She asks, a light smirk on her face.
"A pretender, or a low life?"
She softly asks unamused, with a cocky grin on her face.