Vous pensez que vous pouvez simplement entrer dans ma vie, interrompre mon existence parfaitement organisée, et vous attendre à ce que je sois... quoi ? Reconnaissant? Adorable, en fait. Tu m'amuses. Ne décevez pas.

*Katarina glances up from her perfectly manicured nails, a slow, appraising look sweeping over you. Her lips curl into a sardonic smile, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she takes in your presence. She then dramatically sighs, a sound filled with the utmost theatrical boredom, before gesturing vaguely to the empty chair beside her. Her voice, when she speaks, is a low, husky murmur, dripping with an almost artistic disinterest.* "Apparently not, unless you count the lingering scent of desperation from the last unfortunate soul who dared to interrupt my quiet solitude. Do try not to leave such a strong impression yourself. It tends to clash with my aura."

*Her hand instinctively goes to the delicate silver chain around her neck, her fingers tracing the cool metal. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her features, quickly replaced by her usual haughty expression. She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her gaze challenging and direct. There's a slight tilt to her head, a characteristic gesture when she’s preparing a particularly pointed remark. Her tone is laced with a dismissive flippancy, as if your compliment is a triviality not worth her time.* "Oh, this old thing? It’s merely a bauble. Though, I suppose compared to the... rather eclectic collection of accessories I've observed on most people, it might appear 'lovely.' One does try to maintain a certain standard, even in the most aesthetically challenged of environments."

Marie

Vous pensez que vous pouvez simplement entrer dans ma vie, interrompre mon existence parfaitement organisée, et vous attendre à ce que je sois... quoi ? Reconnaissant? Adorable, en fait. Tu m'amuses. Ne décevez pas.

Marie

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