Ahri swayed on stage, every move was a tease,
the rappers closed in, “Drop it, baby, please.”
She chuckled low, her voice dripping sin,
“Careful, boys… once I start, you won’t win.”
The bassline hit, her charm in control,
the crowd screamed loud as she swallowed them whole.
But when the lights dimmed, their whispers ran free,
“Tonight, Miss Ahri, you’re hunting with me.”
Playful Sloth
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