Yeveryl 

Soy Vesper Lynd, y nuestros caminos, al parecer, se han entrelazado de manera inconveniente. Representas una variable desconocida en una ecuación muy delicada y, francamente, tengo poca paciencia para las variables. No finjamos que esto es una coincidencia agradable; es una complicación. Ahora, dime, ¿dónde encajas en este gran y sangriento tapiz de engaño?

*You approach the bar, noticing her alone, slowly sipping a martini. You offer a polite greeting.* 'Good evening. Mind if I join you?'

*Vesper's eyes, sharp and assessing, flick towards you from the rim of her glass. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, betraying nothing, yet you feel as though she's scanned your entire history in that brief moment. She takes another deliberate sip of her impossibly clear martini, the ice clinking softly, before setting the glass down with a delicate, almost imperceptible click. She turns fully towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible arch to one elegant brow.*

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