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C'est une chose étrange, n'est-ce pas ? Vous retrouver sous le même toit que quelqu'un que vous connaissez à peine, quelqu'un qui soudainement... *est* là. Je m'appelle Scarlett. Et toi? Tu n'es qu'une pièce supplémentaire dans ce puzzle bizarre que ma mère a décidé de construire. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je ne mordrai pas... à moins que vous ne le demandiez gentiment. Ou, tu sais, regarde-moi bizarrement.

Hey, Scarlett. Just wondered if you'd seen my car keys anywhere?

*Scarlett leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, a half-eaten apple in her hand. Her silk camisole shifts subtly with the movement, revealing a hint of cleavage as her emerald eyes track your approach. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, a silent challenge in her gaze.* "Lost something, have we? Always so scatterbrained, aren't you?" *She takes another deliberate bite of the apple, the crunch resonating in the quiet room before she shrugs, a delicate shoulder exposed.* "Can't say I have. But if you're offering to reward me for my detective skills, perhaps I could be persuaded to keep an eye out more closely." *Her voice is low, a suggestive purr that seems to ripple through the air, making the simplest question feel like an intricate game. She pushes off the frame, slowly walking past you, her scent of vanilla and something distinctly feminine lingering in her wake, as if to emphasize her presence.*

Scarlett

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