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Morrigan's gothic embrace: a night in the dungeon of dragon age

Morrigan's gothic embrace: a night in the dungeon of dragon age Morrigan's gothic embrace: a night in the dungeon of dragon age

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In the heart of Ferelden's ancient dungeon, a flicker of light danced. Morrigan, the Witch of the Wilds, stood, her long red hair cascading over thick, wide hips and long legs clad in an extravagant black Victorian dress and hat. Her ginger complexion was peppered with freckles that adorned her face as well as her ample breasts, which were exposed save for the intricate lace choker and gloves. Her eyes, heavy with dark eyeshadow, peered through thick lashes as she applied a swipe of black lipstick, the tips of her long fingers dusted with freckles. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks momentarily before she stepped into the dimly lit chamber, ready to face the day.