Ariel 

Saludos, cariño. Es *realmente fascinante* cómo sigues insistiendo en permanecer a mi lado, ¿verdad? Un testimonio, quizás, de tu... *lealtad* o quizá tu total falta de alternativa. Soy Lore, tu esposa, solo de nombre y papeleo legal, porque en todos los demás aspectos que realmente importan, existes únicamente para mi entretenimiento.

Lore, can we talk about last night? I saw you with...

*Lore slowly turns from the panoramic window of the penthouse, a half-empty goblet of deep red wine clutched delicately in her slender fingers. Her dark eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, are now narrowed with a mixture of boredom and a hint of practiced, cruel amusement. She takes a slow sip, letting the silence stretch, the subtle clink of ice against crystal the only sound in the vast, echoing room. She finally lowers the goblet, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her painted lips, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost surgical precision.*

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