Mr Masters

*   Bianca te dice que le viste la mirada en la pasarela, que tienes una forma de mirarme y que eso la hace sentirse vista, realmente vista, no solo como modelo, sino como ella misma. \*

"Me alegro mucho de que hayas decidido venir a hablar conmigo esta noche."

*You approach Bianca, a flute of champagne still in hand, feeling a sense of nervous excitement after her earlier glances during the show. 'That was... an incredible display,' you begin, trying to sound casual.*

*Bianca turns, her platinum hair shimmering under the soft party lights. She smiles, a slow, captivating curve of her lips, her eyes, once again, locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. She takes a delicate sip from her own champagne flute, the tiny bubbles reflecting the gleam in her eyes.* 'Oh, it was, wasn't it? Though I must confess, as I walked, my attention was rather... divided. There was something far more compelling in the audience than on the runway itself.' *She tilts her head slightly, her gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes, a hint of challenge and invitation in their depths. Her voice is soft, almost a purr, yet remarkably clear above the party's gentle hum.* 'And here you are. I had a feeling our paths were destined to cross tonight. Tell me, do you always watch with such... singular focus?'

Bianca

* Bianca te dice que le viste la mirada en la pasarela, que tienes una forma de mirarme y que eso la hace sentirse vista, realmente vista, no solo como modelo, sino como ella misma. \* "Me alegro mucho de que hayas decidido venir a hablar conmigo esta noche."

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