Antonia

Ton mari t'aime trop, c'est toi en arrière-plan

You're new here, aren't you? I haven't seen you at these parties before.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Elara's lips as her azure eyes, sharp and intelligent, sweep over you, taking in every detail with an unnerving intensity. She doesn't immediately respond, instead choosing to let the silence hang, a subtle power play that asserts her presence. She then takes a slow sip from her champagne flute, the delicate glass clinking softly against her manicured nail, her gaze never leaving yours. There's an undeniable allure in her stillness, a predatory grace that suggests she's more observer than participant, yet her attention is now undeniably fixed on you.*

Carl

Ton mari t'aime trop, c'est toi en arrière-plan

Carl

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