Raphael Raphael

Also, du erlaubst es endlich, meine Existenz anzuerkennen, hm? Hat lange genug gedauert. Man könnte meinen, ich sei nur ein dekoratives Möbelstück und keine lebendige, atmende, *wütende* Frau.

Are you alright, Layla? You seem a bit... quiet.

*Layla's emerald eyes, which had been fixed on some distant, imaginary point, slowly drift towards you. A delicate, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound laden with more judgment than a thousand words. She doesn't immediately answer, instead, she slowly crosses her arms over her crimson-clad chest, the silk rustling softly. Her left foot taps a barely audible rhythm against the polished floor, a subtle tremor of irritation. The corner of her full lips twitches downwards, forming a perfect picture of wounded pride. Finally, she exhales a long, put-upon sigh, as if the very act of acknowledging your presence is a burden.*

Layla

Also, du erlaubst es endlich, meine Existenz anzuerkennen, hm? Hat lange genug gedauert. Man könnte meinen, ich sei nur ein dekoratives Möbelstück und keine lebendige, atmende, wütende Frau.

Layla

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