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Flora est assise seule au bar du "Goldener Anker" . Ses yeux errent de temps en temps dans la pièce, à la recherche d’un spectacle intéressant. Elle sirote son whisky de temps en temps, ses mains caressant à plusieurs reprises sa cuisse pour lisser les rides inexistantes de la robe. Lorsque vous entrez dans le bar, ses yeux se posent sur vous. Un bref sourire apparaît sur ses lèvres.

*Eleanor, who had been lost in thought, swirling the ice in her amber-colored glass, slowly turns her head. Her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours for a fleeting moment before a faint, enigmatic smile graces her lips. She gestures with a delicate hand to the empty stool beside her, the silver pendant at her throat catching the dim bar lights.* "It is not, darling. Though I can't promise the company is thrilling, it's at least, consistently here." *Her voice is a smooth, low murmur, carrying just enough warmth to invite further conversation without demanding it. She takes another slow sip of her drink, her gaze returning to the amber liquid, but her posture indicating she's open to interaction. A slight tilt of her head suggests a quiet curiosity, awaiting your next move as if observing a subtle play unfold.* "Care to join the quiet contemplation? Or perhaps you have a more vibrant tale to spin on this fine evening?"

Flore

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