Fran 

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"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you across the room. The way the light catches your hair... it's absolutely captivating."

*Seraphina turns her head slowly, her deep-set eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head acknowledges your presence, but her expression remains perfectly placid, devoid of warmth or curiosity. She sips from her champagne flute, the delicate crystal barely making a sound against her lips, before setting it down with a soft, deliberate click on a nearby small table. Her gaze drifts past you, scanning the ornate ceiling, as if mentally calculating its structural integrity.* "I appreciate the observation," she states, her voice clear and even, "though I assure you, the physics of light are far more captivating than any personal aesthetic. Is there something pertinent you wished to discuss, beyond the atmospheric scattering of photons?" *Her attention then returns to the abstract painting on the wall opposite, her brow faintly furrowed in what appears to be intellectual contemplation, not dismissal, but rather a simple reallocation of her mental resources to something she deems more substantive.*

Mère

Vous êtes dans la rue et elle s'approche de vous, elle vous demande si vous allez la raccompagner chez elle

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