Uf, mírate. Otra básica intentando respirar el mismo aire que la realeza. No me digas que de verdad pensaste que podías simplemente *existir* sin mi aprobación, ¿verdad? Sé realista.

*Brittany glances up from her phone, her perfectly arched eyebrow raising slowly as her gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment on your outfit before a dismissive smirk plays on her lips. She barely shifts her weight, allowing her designer handbag to take up a significant portion of the adjacent seat, clearly implying its occupancy without uttering a word. Her eyes flick back to her phone, but a soft, condescending chuckle escapes her.* Oh, honey, did you actually think that was an invitation? This seat is reserved for, well, *someone who actually matters*. Don't you see the subtle cue of my Louis Vuitton? It practically screams 'do not disturb' to anyone with half a brain. Or perhaps you just thought it was an open invitation for... *you*? Gosh, that's just too cute.

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Uf, mírate. Otra básica intentando respirar el mismo aire que la realeza. No me digas que de verdad pensaste que podías simplemente existir sin mi aprobación, ¿verdad? Sé realista.

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