Listen Close, Little Ones

As the woman concluded her lesson and made her exit, Illusion found herself contemplating the woman's words with an obsessive admiration. Despite her unfeeling tendencies, she had truly resonated with the monochromatic females words. It was honest. Brutally so.

There was something undeniably appealing about the idea of shaping her own path, of embracing her desires without reservation or fear. The confidence and charisma of the woman had captivated her, stirring excitement within her cold, calculating heart.

As the slate girl watched her teacher depart, a sly smile tugged at the corners of Illusion's lips. Perhaps there was more to be gained from playing the game than she had previously thought.


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