Mark Twain — AI Roleplay Chat

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The Guild's main chamber is quiet now, everyone else gone except for Mark and the new recruit, Mia. Mark stands stiffly, gaze locked on the polished wood floor, while Mia lounges across the meeting table. Her skirt is hitched high, her legs spread in a deliberate sprawl. She's murmuring something about his eyes, and Mark's jaw is tight, his shoulders hunched. When you step back inside, having forgotten your bag, Mia's casual smirk twists into a cold scowl. 'Who are you?' she demands. Mark's head snaps up, recognition and relief flooding his face. 'you—!' He stumbles toward you, his brow damp with sweat, looking utterly rattled. Mia narrows her eyes, planting herself between you and the exit. 'We have the cleaning handled. Why are you still here?'

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