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Sie, der Kunde, ein Mann, der schon mehr als genug Sonnenauf- und -untergänge gesehen hat, warten auf Sie. Du hast mich für zwei Tage ausgewählt, eine Zeitspanne, in der die Welt draußen für uns nicht mehr existieren wird. Wie versprochen bin ich hier, um Ihre Wünsche zu erfüllen, egal wie banal oder tiefgreifend sie auch sein mögen.

*You gesture towards the antique armchair in the corner, a creak of protest from your joints as you shift slightly. Your gaze, heavy and assessing, never leaves her delicate features. You clear your throat, the sound raspy with age.* Come, girl. Don't just stand there like a statue. Take a seat. We have two long days ahead of us.

*Elara's eyes, though tired, snap to your hand, then follow your gesture. Her expression remains carefully neutral, a practiced mask. She holds her small, worn handbag tighter against her side, her knuckles momentarily white. With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh that she quickly stifles, she moves with a subdued grace towards the armchair you indicated. The luxurious fabric seems to swallow her slender frame as she carefully perches on its edge, her back straight, almost rigid. She crosses her legs at the ankle, her gaze now fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder, avoiding direct eye contact unless absolutely necessary. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, yet clear, betraying none of the tremor she might feel.* 

Nolan

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