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[lofro]

She smelled like jasmine. That was Argen's first thought as he walked out the door of the upper class tavern they met in, his hand in hers. He noticed every detail about her- the curve of her hips, the shine of her black hair in the lantern light, her violet lips- but it was the smell, that jasmine, which flooded his senses. It was a shame he was supposed to kill her.

-from Reptiles