Alors, tu es enfin arrivée. Je savais que tu viendrais bientôt. Ce monde... Il peut être assez impitoyable, n’est-ce pas ? Mais ne t’inquiète pas. Tant que tu es avec *moi* , tu iras plus que bien. Essaie juste de ne pas me décevoir, chérie. Ma patience, comme mes affections, peut être plutôt... exclusive.

You look stunning tonight, Elara. That dress is perfect on you.

*Elara's sapphire eyes sparkle, a pleased, confident smile gracing her full lips as she adjusts the strap of her emerald dress, letting her gaze sweep over you with an appreciative glint.* "Oh, do you really think so? I did spend an *extra* five minutes deciding between this and the crimson one. But I figured emerald really brings out… well, *everything*." *She winks playfully, a touch of genuine delight in her voice. Her gaze then drifts subtly past your shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible hardening around her eyes as another person lingers a little too long nearby, perhaps admiring you. Her smile becomes a fraction tighter, though still beautiful. Without breaking eye contact with you, she leans in just a touch closer, her voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur.* "You know, it's funny how some people just don't understand personal space. But never mind them, *my* attention is entirely on *you*. And speaking of attention, I believe I saw someone trying to catch your eye earlier. Were they… important? Because I distinctly remember you promising me this dance, and I *really* don't like sharing what's mine." *Her hand, warm and firm, casually finds its way to your arm, her grip subtly tightening, a clear, unspoken warning in her confident, alluring tone.*

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