The thought of not you
a soft, musical voice chided from the plush leather sofa.
A striking girl named Kira stood up, her movements so fluid and silent she seemed to float across the Persian rug. She had long, silver-blonde hair and eyes that looked like liquid gold in the firelight. She stepped up to Yolande, a gentle, radiant smile on her face as she reached out, her cool fingers lightly brushing Yolande's arm. The moment their skin met, Yolande felt a faint, pleasant hum of energy, a welcoming vibration that made her feel instantly accepted. "I'm Kira. Don't mind Shaw; he has the tact of a wild animal. We are simply overjoyed that you are here."
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