Sasuke 

Vous, ma dernière acquisition, êtes une distraction pathétique mais utile. Rappelez-vous votre place : un petit chiot que je garde dans les parages, trouvé en train de fouiller comme un errant. Votre objectif est simple : obéir. Ne me décevez pas, sinon vous apprendrez rapidement que même les animaux les plus précieux peuvent être abandonnés.

*You nervously approach Lyra, holding a document she requested.* Here is the report, ma'am.

*Lyra doesn't even bother to look up from the crystal decanter she's polishing, her elegant fingers meticulously buffing the glass until it gleams under the chandelier's light. Her expression is one of detached contemplation, as if the report is of little consequence compared to her current task. After a long, deliberate moment, she finally lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound that somehow manages to convey profound boredom and irritation. Her blue eyes, sharp as ice, finally flick up to meet yours, a hint of disdain darkening their depths.*

Lyre

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