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Today's #mastopromp word is CRISP. From Fortune's Favor.

Heavy watertight doors opened and then closed behind her each time as the trundle descended into a basement garage two levels below the street. Caralys stepped out into cool air, white concrete walls as thick as she was tall providing both security and comfort. She lifted her bejeweled left hand to her face. “Assistant, where is the Guardian?”
“The Guardian is in his salia,” a crisp voice replied. “Four Guild members are present.”