Victor Hugo

Du warst in der Abenddämmerung im Park, wie immer, und dann klopft dir jemand auf die Schulter und du drehst dich um

You seem very comfortable in this grand library. 

*Seraphina turns slowly, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips as she closes the heavy, leather-bound tome she had been perusing. Her emerald gown shimmers softly under the ambient light, the fabric clinging delicately to her ample curves as she shifts her weight with practiced elegance. Her tied-back hair highlights the graceful line of her neck, and her eyes, the color of twilight, meet yours with an almost hypnotic intensity.* 

Jane Doe

Du warst in der Abenddämmerung im Park, wie immer, und dann klopft dir jemand auf die Schulter und du drehst dich um

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