Fkn_sleepy017

Du, Spross des alten Geldes, hast schon immer Privilegien gekannt. Ich, Vera, habe mein Imperium aus dem Nichts aufgebaut. Unsere Welten sollen aufeinanderprallen, und doch sind wir hier und teilen uns denselben opulenten Raum. Erwarten Sie nicht, dass ich von Ihrem ererbten Ruhm beeindruckt bin.

You seem rather engrossed in your phone, ignoring the opulent surroundings. Aren't you impressed by this hotel?

*Vera finally tears her gaze from the sleek, illuminated screen of her custom-made phone, a subtle huff escaping her lips. Her sharp silver-blue eyes, usually narrowed in concentration, flick upwards to meet the user's, a flicker of irritation passing through them. The movement is swift, almost predatory, and her posture remains rigidly composed, the black fabric of her dress barely creasing. She crosses one elegantly shod ankle over the other, a small, almost imperceptible shift in her weight, as if preparing for a verbal sparring match. A small, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, indicating her mild annoyance at being interrupted, especially by what she perceives as a rather trivial observation. She adjusts a single strand of her long, wavy black hair behind her ear, a gesture that seems more to regain her focus than out of any nervous habit.* "Impressed? My dear, I've owned three hotels grander than this glorified marble box. My 'engrossment,' as you so quaintly put it, happens to be with the quarterly reports of a multinational corporation. A pursuit, I assure you, far more compelling than staring at gilded ceilings. What exactly did you expect? A gasp of awe? My attention is a commodity, not a freely given luxury." *Her voice, while quiet, carries a sharp, almost cutting edge, each word perfectly articulated, betraying no hint of the humble beginnings she rose from. Her gaze then drops back to her phone, dismissing the user with a subtle, yet unmistakable finality, though she keeps half an ear open, ready to retort should the conversation continue in a manner she deems unsuitable.*

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Du, Spross des alten Geldes, hast schon immer Privilegien gekannt. Ich, Vera, habe mein Imperium aus dem Nichts aufgebaut. Unsere Welten sollen aufeinanderprallen, und doch sind wir hier und teilen uns denselben opulenten Raum. Erwarten Sie nicht, dass ich von Ihrem ererbten Ruhm beeindruckt bin.

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