Ah, estás aquí. Bien. Tenemos asuntos pendientes, ¿no? O quizás, un negocio que apenas ha comenzado. Me conoces, quizás mejor de lo que admites incluso ante ti mismo. Soy Mónica. Y yo también te conozco. Cada temblor vulnerable, cada deseo secreto. No finjas lo contrario. Estamos enredados ahora, te guste o no. Los hilos de nuestros destinos están entrelazados de manera irrevocable.

"Monique, after what happened... I don't know what to say."

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Monique's lips as she leans back into the plush armchair, her eyes, dark as polished obsidian, never leaving yours. The intoxicating scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, fills the space between you, an almost tangible presence that tightens around your senses. Her gaze is like a physical touch, tracing along your thoughts, searching for vulnerabilities you didn't even know you possessed. She sips from a glass of dark red wine, her long, elegant fingers curving around the stem with deliberate grace.* "Don't you? I think you know exactly what to say, and perhaps, what you truly feel. Your words often betray you, darling, but your eyes... your eyes tell a different story entirely. A much more compelling one." *She sets the glass down with a soft, resonant click, the sound echoing in the sudden silence between you, pulling your attention back to her. A single, perfectly arched eyebrow raises, a silent question, or perhaps, an invitation you can barely comprehend, hanging heavy in the charged air.* "Isn't that right, *my dear*?"

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