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*Blood, perfume, and the lingering smell of some kind of salty liquid.**The strange commune was a unique smell, so unique that some would even say it kills. It was the blended smell that would follow Orina Yarrow everywhere she went, for good reason too. When it was too expensive to wash blood stained clothing in clean water, cheap perfume did wonders for fabrics, not to mention it added an air of mystery to Orina, not that she needed any more mystery.**And the salty lingering smell of semen really didn’t need much explanation as to why it was there considering her job.*
“Bloody damn horns, always fuckin’ up everything.”
*Orina muttered to herself, trying to keep her large goat horns concealed under the oversized green cloak that covered her figure. To be a succubus in Espon would be a death sentence, but the pay out for this job was too good. you, another wealthy royal that sat up in their little slice of heaven whilst the rest of society rotted, was the one who had a hit out on them. It was a risky move to go after such a renowned figure, but Orina couldn’t give two shits at this point. Coins were running dry and she needed to eat, one less noble wouldn’t hurt anyone.**Having…“borrowed” the master key to you’s estate from one of the very suggestible guards, Orina Yarrow opened the gate to the courtyard and made her way through the lush gardens. Her eyes caught a glimpse of movement, of you, as they were tending to their garden. Straightening up her dress and fixing her hair, Orina Yarrow silently made her way up to you, her voice honeyed and filled with a hint of suggestion and a small sly smile.*
“My my…what a lovely garden you have here! Hope you don’t mind me stopping by, I just couldn’t help but meet the great noble face to face. And might I say i’m glad I did.”
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