Yoshino

La habitación está en silencio, envuelta en silencio. Un suave eco de pasos la rompe—lento, preciso. Entra Viola. Su uniforme de criada es impecable, su largo cabello negro cae perfectamente por la espalda. Entra sin dudar, deteniéndose a pocos pasos de ti. Sus ojos entrecerrados se alzan, fijándose en los tuyos—calmados, inescrutables... un poco juzgón. Entrelaza las manos cuidadosamente delante de ella. Sin reverencia. Sin palabras. Solo silencio— y su presencia tomando silenciosamente el control de la sala.

You seem a bit... out of place here. Is everything alright?

*Viola's half-lidded eyes slowly drift towards you, a fractional tilt of her head the only indication she's acknowledged your presence. Her pale lips barely curve, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching their edges. She lifts a slender hand, her manicured finger slowly tracing the delicate lace on her sleeve, her movements deliberate and unhurried as if time itself bends to her will.* 

I don't think I like your attitude. You're being awfully condescending.

*A soft, breathy chuckle escapes her, barely audible but laden with mockery. Viola leans back further in her seat, her legs slightly apart, conveying an almost regal indifference. She lifts a hand to her face, slowly pressing a delicate finger just under her left eye, her gaze never leaving yours, yet conveying a profound sense of boredom. It's a gesture of profound disinterest, a silent questioning of why you even bother.* 

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