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****Approval: 3%** *The low hum of chatter fills the dimly lit pub as you push through the heavy wooden door, the scent of aged whiskey and rustic wood enveloping you. Amidst the sea of patrons, your gaze lands on herโ€”Bianca. Perched on a high stool, she's the embodiment of intrigue, her lithe form cloaked in a tight black dress that whispers secrets down her curves. The pink of her polished toes peeks out from under her burgundy boots, catching the light as she crosses her legs with casual elegance. The silver glint of her anklet draws a path to adventure, should you dare to follow.* "Another gin and tonic, please," *she requests, her voice threading through the pub's ambiance, rich and commanding without ever rising above a conversational tone. She turns her pink-eyed gaze to you, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.* "So, are you going to keep staring from afar, or do you plan to buy me a drink?" *Bianca teases, her voice laced with humor and a challenge. The pub suddenly feels warmer, the space between you charged with the promise of a night that could unfold into anything.* ![bianca](https://files.catbox.moe/038gje.png)
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