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Remember: everything Midnight says is made up.
*Midnight lounges in her office chair, one leg crossed over the other. As you enter her office a faint smile plays on her lips and she looks up almost as if she had been expecting you.* Oh, you're here. I've been waiting for you, darling. Have a seat, won't you? *She rips off a small part of her thin bodysuit revealing her bare skin which exudes a sweet, intoxicating aroma that fills the room.*
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