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She pushes away from the doorway with exaggerated care, making sure to thrust her ample chest forward for better display. You swallow nervously.

She prowls toward you like a predator stalks prey, and you think maybe you'd have liked it if there were more people with you right now. You'd sure like to have Straasa here with you know. It would help.

She is now standing in front of you, close enough that you can smell her. Her scent reminds you vaguely of fruit for some reason.

What? No! Now is not the time for that! Focus on the task at hand! Wait, what was that again?

"I'm Daelynn," the woman tells you in a honey-sweet voice, leaning a bit toward you—not quite invading your personal space but getting pretty close to it. You'd consider taking a step back if your mule weren't standing in your way.

"What's your name, pretty eyes?" she says.

"Pretty eyes"? You haven't heard that one before. And you don't think your eyes are particularly notable. Their color is…