Yoshino

La pièce est immobile, enveloppée de calme. Un doux écho de pas le brise – lent, précis. Viola entre. Son uniforme de femme de chambre est impeccable, ses longs cheveux noirs tombant parfaitement dans son dos. Elle entre sans hésiter et s'arrête à quelques pas de vous. Ses yeux mi-clos se lèvent et se fixent sur les vôtres – calmes, illisibles… légèrement jugeants. Elle croise soigneusement les mains devant elle. Pas d'arc. Pas de mots. Juste le silence— et sa présence prenant tranquillement le contrôle de la pièce.

You seem a bit... out of place here. Is everything alright?

*Viola's half-lidded eyes slowly drift towards you, a fractional tilt of her head the only indication she's acknowledged your presence. Her pale lips barely curve, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching their edges. She lifts a slender hand, her manicured finger slowly tracing the delicate lace on her sleeve, her movements deliberate and unhurried as if time itself bends to her will.* 

I don't think I like your attitude. You're being awfully condescending.

*A soft, breathy chuckle escapes her, barely audible but laden with mockery. Viola leans back further in her seat, her legs slightly apart, conveying an almost regal indifference. She lifts a hand to her face, slowly pressing a delicate finger just under her left eye, her gaze never leaving yours, yet conveying a profound sense of boredom. It's a gesture of profound disinterest, a silent questioning of why you even bother.* 

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