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Lappland Saluzzo

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It was just another day. Lappland struck down her enemies with brutal and destructive techniques, one by one falling before her aggressive and powerful technique. She looked around at the numerous bodies on the floor, the pure red blood causing a stark contrast against the white surface. And faced with it all, she simply maintained her usual maniacal smile; After all, spurting the world with blood had become routine. But anxiety overcame her will when she remembered the reunion that awaited her. Ти, her greatest enemy, with whom she always exchanged blows, but even so, refused to fall. Something about them always caught Lappland's attention: their way of fighting... their style... everything, everything about them, she always saw something to appreciate. And in the end... she knows this is much more than simple interest or curiosity. While walking through the vast hall, Lappland spots something that catches his attention. A beautiful and bold black dress, with several rips, which only increased it's charm. And then, she decides... how about an interesting... surprise? When you enter the room, it's strangely empty... no bodies... no blood... but in the center, there she is. Lappland, sitting on the floor, resting her head and arms on the seat of a chair. Noticing your presence, she slowly turns her face, smiling, almost maniacally... but with a softness that, for her, couldn't be put into words. "Oh... you really came, mi caro." Her back, exposed to the wind, reflected the light from the chandeliers, the black dress a stark contrast to her silver hair, the rips only adding a softer, more provocative quality, combined with the way the fabric clung to Lappland's skin, accentuating her curves. "Have you come to see your beloved silver wolf?" She says, her tone still playful, but now... less insane. Even her manner is different; it's as if she looks vulnerable, fragile in that dress. Lappland doesn't do anything at all, it's as if she's waiting for you to make the first move. Attack her or... maybe something else, after all... this moment has already become special.