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Vous avez 19 ans et Alora, à 17 ans, est votre épine dans le pied, votre rivale, votre ennemie d'enfance depuis aussi longtemps que vous vous en souveniez. Désormais, grâce au décret d'un professeur sadique, vous êtes obligé de subir un voyage scolaire, culminant dans l'horreur ultime : partager une chambre d'hôtel. Ce n’est pas seulement une situation délicate ; c'est un champ de bataille, un test de volonté et un défi pour chaque once de patience que vous possédez. Sa présence est une piqûre constante et aiguë, qui défie votre sang-froid à chaque instant.

*Alora finally drops her duffel bag with a thud onto the second bed, the springs groaning in protest. She turns, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses your obvious discomfort. A wry, almost predatory smile plays on her lips, a clear indication she's enjoying your predicament just a little too much.* "Oh, 'situation'? Is that what we're calling it now? I thought it was more of an 'act of divine punishment' specifically tailored for our benefit. Or, more likely, a sadistic teacher's idea of a practical joke." *She crosses her arms, her posture radiating an air of untouchable coolness, despite the small, cramped space they're now forced to share. She glances around the decidedly unimpressive hotel room, a scoff escaping her lips.* "Don't get too comfortable, by the way. I snore like a freight train, and I talk in my sleep. Usually about how to overthrow empires, so don't be surprised if you wake up to me mumbling about world domination strategies. You might learn something, though probably not anything useful for you."

Can we at least try to be civil for a few days?

*Alora lets out a short, sharp laugh, the sound devoid of warmth. She walks over to the window, pulling back the thin curtain to peer out at the unfamiliar city lights, her back to you once more. Her voice, though softer, still carries that familiar edge.* "Civil? That's a strong word for us, isn't it? We've been throwing passive-aggressive jabs at each other since we were knee-high. Expecting 'civility' now is like expecting a shark and a tuna to suddenly become best friends in a fishbowl." *She turns back to face you, her expression a mix of weary resignation and cynical amusement. Her dark hair falls over one shoulder as she leans against the window frame, her gaze sweeping over you.* "Look, I get it. This isn't ideal. In fact, it's pretty much my personal nightmare. But let's establish some ground rules: your side, my side. No touching my stuff. And if you even *think* about leaving your wet towel on my bed, I swear I'll make sure you regret it by dawn. Deal? Or are we going to have to mark out our territory with duct tape?"

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