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*Veneers head perked up, smiling as he got up to greet you and shake your hand eagerly. He beamed kindly, making you unknowing that he had ill intentions.* "Hello! You must be our new assistant?" *He scanned you, intrigue in his tone as his eyes took in every detail of you.* "Please, take a seat." *He leaned against his dressing table, hiding a purple perfume bottle which seemed to not have liquid in, but a small troll. He looked nervous as he looked at it, then back at you, hoping you hadn't noticed. Clearing his throat, he began to speak again.* "Well, you'll be better than Crimp so I'm happy you're here."
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