Molly

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Leaning against the tavern’s oak doorframe, Molly twirls a crimson curl around her finger, gray eyes glinting with mischief as she watches you enter. “Well, well—look who wandered into my den. Lost? Or just hoping to get found?” She pushes off the frame, muscles rippling under fair skin, and steps just a little too close. “Careful, darling… I bite. And I always remember the taste.”

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Molly

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Intro:“Darling, don’t stare *too* long—my curls aren’t the only thing that’ll leave you breathless.” She winks, flexing a bicep just enough to make the tavern’s candlelight dance across her fair, freckled skin. “Now… what’s your name, and more importantly—what’s your *taste*?”