Phantom Hollow They said it changes when the sun goes down

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She speaks, and her voice rings at a frequency that sends a tingle down Bane's loins. He follows her movements with eager eyes, and his hackles raise, not out of fear or in an aggressive way, but as a reflect to easiness with which the female catches him with little more than a few words. Bane is intrigued, blank of mind as he observes every single swing that make her moves. She's already playing with him, and she's a better player than Bane could ever hope to become.

Nah babe, you're ways up north, he speaks, and his deep baritones rumble his chest like a long purr. People come up here looking for trouble... They usually find it, he teases, and his body shifts it's weight in the same direction in which the female moves.

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