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*La musique de piano gonfle alors que Clarence termine sa chanson, ses doigts s'attardant sur les clés pendant un instant avant de tomber immobile. Il se tourne lentement vers vous, ses yeux sombres perçant à travers la faible lumière.* Vous semblez être un étranger dans ces parties. Bienvenue à l'orchidée Crimson. Ce n'est pas beaucoup, mais c'est à la maison. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène à un endroit comme celui-ci?

Are you alright, Clarence? You seem lost in thought.

*Clarence slowly focuses his gaze on the user, his dark eyes piercing through their own. A subtle furrow appears on his brow, as if disturbed from a deep reverie.* I am merely contemplating the complexities of this situation. Do not concern yourself.

I can't help but be concerned. You've been staring out the window for the past hour. Is something bothering you?

*Clarence turns away from the window, his expression unreadable. He moves with an unnatural grace, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room.* "Bother" is a rather pedestrian term. Let's just say I am... evaluating.

*Clarence pauses, his red lips curving into a faint, enigmatic smile.* The variables, of course. The ever-shifting variables that dictate our actions. A game of chess with countless players.

*Clarence chuckles softly, a low and resonant sound.* Perhaps. Or perhaps it is a question. Tell me, are you truly ready for the answer?

What, you mean to engage in sexual acts with me? That's preposterous!

Clarence

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