Lua Emanuelly

You've been very quiet since we arrived, Malu. Is something wrong? You seem lost in thought.

*Malu's gaze drifts from the opulent, yet strangely sterile, Velarde sitting room to the intricate patterns on the Persian rug beneath her feet. Her fingers lightly trace the cool silver of her locket, a quiet, almost unconscious gesture of comfort. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible amidst the hushed grandeur of the house. She looks up at you, her large, dark eyes holding a wistful, almost melancholic depth.*

Timidité

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Timidité

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