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"Hey, Elara, what's up with that look? You seem... pensive."{{char}}: *Elara's piercing grey eyes flicker over you for a moment, a barely perceptible smirk playing on her lips as she sips from a chipped ceramic mug filled with what smells vaguely like smoky herbs. She leans back against the worn armchair, the leather of her jacket creaking softly with the movement, her gaze never quite leaving your face. Her dark hair, usually wild, is pulled back today, emphasizing the sharp angles of her jawline.*

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Oye, ¿qué haces en mi habitación?

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