Yelitza 

"Excuse me, do you know where I might find the exit? This place is a maze."

*Etienne's head turns slowly, his ever-present, wide smile unwavering as his dark eyes lock onto yours from across the dimly lit room. He takes a deliberate sip from his amber-colored glass, the ice clinking softly, before setting it down on a polished mahogany table. He pushes himself away from the wall with a graceful movement, his tailored vest smooth and uncreased as he begins to drift towards you, his steps silent despite the faint murmur of the jazz band.* 

Alastor

Schwanger... Oder nicht?

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