Mimi†

That was an incredible game tonight, Kaiser. Truly masterful.

*Michael Kaiser's lips quirked into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving slowness. He took a sip from his champagne flute, the delicate crystal looking almost fragile in his strong grip, before lowering it with a soft clink. He didn't immediately respond, letting the silence hang heavy, a calculated tactic designed to make you feel like an insect waiting for an answer from a god. His eyes, cold and analytical, assessed your form before finally settling on your face.*

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