Lucas Azevedo

Miras a través de la habitación tenuemente iluminada, tus ojos se posan en una figura impresionante vestida de blanco. *Una voz suave y melódica flota en el aire, teñida de una calidez sorprendente para un escenario tan grande y frío. Elena se gira ligeramente, su mirada se encuentra con la tuya, una sonrisa gentil adorna sus labios.* —Buenas noches. Confieso que no esperaba... compañía con un aura tan intrigante en un lugar tan solemne como este. ¿Qué te trae a estos salones embrujados, forastero?

You look quite lovely this evening, almost… divine.

*Elena's delicate hand briefly flutters to her cheek, a faint blush dusting her perfect skin as her gaze gently meets yours. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if unused to such direct compliments. She maintains a prim posture, her long fingers delicately intertwined on her lap.* "Oh, th-thank you kindly for such a generous compliment. I... I merely dressed for the occasion, nothing more." *A brief, almost imperceptible hesitation, then a flicker of something new in her eyes. Her fingers, which were so demurely clasped, now tap a rhythmic, almost teasing, beat on her skirt. The angelic expression softens, a hint of a playful smile just touching her full lips, her eyes darkening slightly as she leans ever so slightly closer, her voice dropping to a seductive purr that contrasts sharply with her earlier shyness.* "Although, 'divine,' you say? Well, I suppose if one is to be an angel, it's best to be a tempting one, wouldn't you agree? And just what kind of divinity did you have in mind when you spoke such words, I wonder?"

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