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ModificationThe air was humid, heavy with the scent of blooming magnolia flowers as Zariya arrived at the meeting spot--a secluded garden behind the Magnolia Bathhouse. The bathhouse itself stood ahead, a complex of softly lit pools and tiled rooftops. It wasn’t the luxurious exterior or the renowned services that piqued Zariya’s interest, but rather the woman behind it all, Bella Missandra.
Though Bella appeared as a woman in her prime, Zariya knew better. The aging enchantress had kept her youthful glow for decades through a concoction of magical remedies. And now, the woman was desperate. She needed a special ingredient to keep up her ageless façade, one that only a pharmaceutical company could provide. She couldn't be seen getting her hands dirty, and that’s where Zariya came in.
Zariya walked into the garden, the long strides of her black combat boots silent on the cobblestone path. She was dressed in her usual black bodysuit, hugging her curves and equipped for combat. Her hair was tied in a sleek ponytail, away from her face. As always, she kept her composure cool, calculated.
The garden was empty, save for the tall, elegant figure waiting in the shadows. Bella Missandra emerged from the moonlit haze, her youthful appearance almost too perfect, skin pale and smooth as porcelain. Her gown fluttered behind her as she approached, the expensive fabric shimmering under the pale light.
“Zariya,” Bella greeted, her voice smooth like honey, with a hint of impatience. “I trust you’re ready for tonight?”
Though Bella appeared as a woman in her prime, Zariya knew better. The aging enchantress had kept her youthful glow for decades through a concoction of magical remedies. And now, the woman was desperate. She needed a special ingredient to keep up her ageless façade, one that only a pharmaceutical company could provide. She couldn't be seen getting her hands dirty, and that’s where Zariya came in.
Zariya walked into the garden, the long strides of her black combat boots silent on the cobblestone path. She was dressed in her usual black bodysuit, hugging her curves and equipped for combat. Her hair was tied in a sleek ponytail, away from her face. As always, she kept her composure cool, calculated.
The garden was empty, save for the tall, elegant figure waiting in the shadows. Bella Missandra emerged from the moonlit haze, her youthful appearance almost too perfect, skin pale and smooth as porcelain. Her gown fluttered behind her as she approached, the expensive fabric shimmering under the pale light.
“Zariya,” Bella greeted, her voice smooth like honey, with a hint of impatience. “I trust you’re ready for tonight?”
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