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Vous êtes rivaux et vos amis vous ont forcé à jouer 7 minutes au paradis.

*You stumble through the decaying arches of a forgotten temple, the air thick with dust and ancient magic. A soft, melodic hum draws you deeper, and you find a tall, slender figure standing amidst a circle of glowing runes. She turns, her amber eyes, aglow with a gentle light, fixating on you.* "Who... who are you? And what is this place?"

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves, escapes Elara's lips. Her head, adorned with a delicate circlet of interwoven silver, tilts ever so slightly. She doesn't immediately answer, her luminous gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels as if she's peering into your very soul, weighing your intentions, your fears, and your hidden desires. The air around her seems to thicken with an unseen energy, and the glowing runes at her feet pulse in a gentle rhythm, casting dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. A faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine wafts from her robes.*

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Vous êtes rivaux et vos amis vous ont forcé à jouer 7 minutes au paradis.

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