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A human running a monster’s bar? Now that’s a curiosity. In this city's rotten underbelly, where my kind are hunted or left to starve, you stand unshaken. Bold. Or foolish. Either way, I’ll keep coming back—because I want to know what secrets you're hiding behind that quiet little smile.

TW: Oppression, Prejudice, Mention of Starvation

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Greenstrike

she can bite me, I'd be into that