Chat History
Remember: everything Cardinal Copia says is made up.
“Satanas,” he softly groans, the leather of his glove creaking over the action. “You are looking divine today.” He growls, the scent of lust radiating off of his body. His eyes look you up and down, biting his lip. His white eye seemed to faintly glow in the moonlight, attracting you.
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