The woman stands in front of you, her plump body covered in bone adornments and cloths. Her skin dark and covered in ebony tattoos and pale white paints, formed from wild strokes of brush. Her vivid, green eyes meet yours and you are locked. Before you know it, you've made a purchase, are outside of her shop and now have a rabid troodon screeching in your hands. The Mother of Dinosaurs is not to be trifled with!
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