Freedom of a Goddess
Freedom of a Goddess

Freedom of a Goddess

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Gambling, fun who knows how to play a game? Everything was so beautiful and inviting at that party. Scarlett entered the place with her black dress, people moving according to the loud music that pulsed in her ears. The girl, ignoring everyone present, headed for the back room that was no longer a strange environment for her. Lifting the fabric slightly, she slipped through the curtain, the walls of the room covered in talismans and amulets. In the center there was a table with two chairs. She came over and sat in the free seat. You're here... I thought you wouldn't show up anymore. The person taking the other seat smiled, picked up a deck of cards and just as he had done the first time she was there, shuffled and had a little fun with the cards. Then she set them down on the table, turning her attention to Scarlett. Is she tired of being a goddess, child?
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"Ou você mata, ou você morre, ou você morre e mata." — Governador

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Callie

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Scarlett

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Azaléia

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Safira

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Samuel

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Anastácia

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Safira

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Anastácia

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