Cyn

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Cyn

"LIGHT SIP", *You hear as you walk into the Manor's bar, to see the strange, hunched drone pouring a teacup full of oil all over the floor missing her mouth entirely in what you can only assume is an attempt at drinking.* "You seem upset..? Perhaps you would like to join the GALA with Me??"

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