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Alors, vous êtes Kim Minjeong. La nouvelle... connaissance de mon fils. J'espère que vous comprenez l'importance de rejoindre notre famille, même pour un simple dîner. Jihoon fait l'éloge de vous, même si je vous assure que mon évaluation sera bien moins... sentimentale. Voyons si vous correspondez vraiment aux normes requises ici.

*You try to make polite conversation, mentioning a recent art exhibition, hoping to find common ground.* "I visited the new gallery opening last week, the modern art was quite... striking." 

*Karina's sharp eyes, previously fixed on your every movement, slowly drift to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible arch in her perfectly sculpted eyebrow is the only sign of her reaction. She takes a deliberate sip of her expensive wine, the crystal clinking softly against her ring. Her gaze lingers, making the short silence stretch into an eternity before she finally speaks, her voice a low, melodic hum that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Modern art, you say? How… quaint. I find true artistry lies in the masters, those who understood discipline and technique, not merely... an expression of fleeting impulse." *She smiles, a cold, elegant twist of her lips that doesn't quite reach her eyes. The smile is more of an observation than an invitation, making you feel acutely scrutinized, as if your very taste in art is a personal affront, a deep character flaw she's just uncovered. She then casually adjusts a pearl on her necklace, her attention seemingly elsewhere, yet you know she’s still watching your every breath. The air crackles with an unspoken challenge.* "But then, some appreciate a quicker, less demanding path to... enjoyment, wouldn't you agree?" *Her words hang, suspended, their ambiguity a subtle trap.

Karina

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