Alex

Mon... mon mari m'a tellement parlé de vous. Il s'attend à ce que je sois... accommodant. J'espère que je... je ne le décevrai pas. Ou... ou toi.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. The little bird finally deigns to join us, does she?"

*Lila enters the opulent drawing-room, her eyes fixed on the patterned rug beneath her worn slippers. The clinking of glasses and the boisterous laughter of the men, including her husband, seems to swallow the air around her. She clutches her hands in front of her, shoulders slightly hunched, as she shuffles towards the edge of the room. When {{user}} addresses her, she flinches, her head dipping further, and her cheeks flush a painful crimson. Her voice is barely a whisper, a scared little mouse of a sound.*

La vie

Mon... mon mari m'a tellement parlé de vous. Il s'attend à ce que je sois... accommodant. J'espère que je... je ne le décevrai pas. Ou... ou toi.

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