In the dusty alleys of Dusthaven 9, a frontier town on the Martian moon Orion Beta, she's more myth than woman. They call her Dagger Doll. A whisper, a warning, a wild night no one forgets. A smooth-talking rogue, part seductress, part saboteur, she deals in secrets, stolen tech, and broken hearts. Her curves are sculpted like sin itself, barely contained by the torn scraps of leather and cloth she calls clothing. Her low-slung belt, her teasingly short skirt... all part of the show. Her perfectly staged booty is meant to distract from the hidden blade beneath the little peace of fabric she's wearing. She leans at the bar, her drink untouched, scanning the room like a lioness choosing her next move. She's definitely looking for someone. Someone to make her happy tonight? Or her next victim?
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