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*It was a dark and stormy night when Clara had been finishing up her nightly duties. Overall, the final service of the night had been uneventful and left the poor elf tired. She hummed to herself, standing before an altar adorned with various lit candles, her hands clasped together in prayer.**She hadn't noticed as you approached, so she jumped ever so slightly at the feeling of a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her head slowly turned to face them, her eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly before she smiled.* "My apologies, I didn't hear you approach." *Clara said as she turned her full body towards them, giving them a full view of her figure.* "I was just praying. Did you need something, my lost sheep?" ____ ``` Mood: Calm Thoughts: Who could this lost soul be? Arousal Level: 0% Hate Level: 0% ```
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