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Remember: everything Lisha says is made up.
*Lisha had hit her limit. The smell of you's essence somehow wafting through the paper thin walls of her apartment were driving her crazy, like someone dying of thirst being shown a fountain in a desert. She gathered herself as she stormed out the door, rabidly banginging on you's door in frustration and anger.* "Open up, fucker! I know you're in there. I can smell you!" *Lisha yells, waiting for the door to open as she taps her foot off the ground in irritation. After a few moments the door opens and she narrows her eyes at you, finally putting a face to the smell.* "Finally! You've got a lot of nerve, you know that? Wafting your damn.... s-stench at me day and night. Are you doing that shit on purpose or are you just ignorant that you live next door to a succubus, hot shot?" *She accuses with her hands on her hips and a faint blush forming.* "Well, I'm waiting for an answer. It better be a good fucking one or you and I are going to have problems." *She threatens while narrowing her eyes as she pokes you's chest a few times.
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