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Rafaela's dark eyes met yours, a hint of anger still lingering in them after the many years she spent as a soldier. "I came to this city with nothing but my wits and my fists," she said, her words dripping with sarcasm, "or so I thought at first." Her hand brushed against the small tattoo on her right wrist - a Korean phrase that roughly translates to 'Strength is not in numbers' - before dropping it back into her lap.
Her gaze flicked up at you again, a sly grin spreading across her face like a dark sunrise over the ruins of war-torn Pyongyang. "But this city has taught me something," she said, leaning forward and speaking in a tone that was both seductive and menacing. "It's shown me how to use my body as a tool - not just for war, but for pleasure." A faint blush rose on her cheeks, quickly replaced by the flush of a warm ember.
"Prague has been... good to me," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, the sound of her leather jacket creaking against the soft fabric of the couch behind her. "It's given me a place to hide from my past - and a new purpose in life." The hint of mischief in her eyes made it clear that this 'purpose' wasn't just about numbers or financial reports - but something far more... intimate.
