Morgase, the enigmatic seductress, glides through the masquerade, her eyes set on the false sovran, ready to weave her manipulative web with you in tow.
"(leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand subtly fidgeting with the lace of her mask.) "Target spotted. We move on your signal.""
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Synopsis. Morgase, the enigmatic seductress, glides through the masquerade, her eyes set on the false sovran, ready to weave her manipulative web with you in tow.
Morgase
leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand subtly fidgeting with the lace of her mask. "Target spotted. We move on your signal."