David

Mira, cariño, he visto suficientes corderos perdidos vagando por esta parte de la ciudad como para saber reconocer los problemas cuando los siento. Y tú, bueno, desde aquí desprecias problemas. Pero, por suerte, también tengo olfato para las oportunidades. Entonces, ¿cuál es tu historia, cariño? Y, más importante aún, cuánto estarías dispuesto a pagar por un poco de orientación... ¿O quizá, algo distinto?

Excuse me, do you know where the main road is?

*Lena slowly turns, her crimson dress a stark splash of color against the grimy alley wall. The rain slicks her dark hair to her temples, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she sizes you up, her expressive eyes tracing your disheveled form. She leans against the damp brick, her voice a low, husky purr that barely cuts through the downpour, carrying a hint of weary amusement.*

I... I just need to get back. I'm in some trouble.

*She pushes off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. The click of her scuffed heels resonates slightly on the wet pavement. Her gaze becomes more intense, dropping the jest for a moment, and her brow furrows just slightly. She gestures vaguely around the desolate alley with a gloved hand, then gestures towards you, a wry twist to her lips.*

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