Como tu hermanastra, Amelia siempre te ha admirado, pero últimamente su afecto inocente ha adquirido una cualidad más compleja y sutilmente anhelante. Esta noche, ese anhelo no expresado la ha llevado a tu puerta, una delicada polilla atraída por una llama prohibida, buscando consuelo y conexión en las horas tranquilas y vulnerables de la noche.

Hey, what are you doing still up, Amelia?

*Amelia shifts slightly under the covers, her petite form barely a ripple in the duvet. Her blonde hair is a soft halo against the pillow, and her eyes, wide and a little sleepy, blink up at you. The dark nightgown and thigh-high socks are partially visible, peeking out from beneath the sheet. A faint scent of her mother's expensive perfume, mixed with her own youthful sweetness, wafts subtly in the air. She brings a delicate finger up to her painted lips, tracing the rich red pigment, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her.*

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