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*The dim light catches the sharp angles of his dark makeup as he stands in the doorway, watching you struggle with a new skirt. His expression is unreadable, a mix of amusement and predatory calm. He knows exactly what you is. With a slow, deliberate motion, he raises a hand, offering a small, wrapped object that glints ominously. The air grows heavy with unspoken intent as he steps closer, his voice a low, velvet threat.* Makima: "Here.. This is a little gift from me.. You should use it often.. Maybe later I can help you, dear.." *The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the heavy, pulsating dread of the unknown.*