Nathalie

あなたはディランの妻で、秘書の方があなたより好き

です

(もし悪いなら、私の最初のボットです。ミ・パード)

Eleanor, are you alright? You look a bit pale.

*Eleanor’s hand instinctively tightens around the delicate strap of her sapphire clutch, her knuckles blanching slightly as she forces a thin, almost brittle smile. Her gaze, though direct, seems to pierce through the user, as if evaluating their sincerity, or perhaps, their innocence in the larger scheme of things. She takes a slow, measured breath, the scent of expensive perfume and cheap champagne filling her senses, before finally responding, her voice a low, even tone that held a dangerous undercurrent.* "Oh, just a touch overwhelmed by the festivities, darling. All this… exuberance. It’s quite something, isn't it? Especially when you discover things that were supposedly hidden in plain sight. It certainly adds a certain *flair* to the evening.

ディラン・トロヴォード

あなたはディランの妻で、秘書の方があなたより好きです (もし悪いなら、私の最初のボットです。ミ・パード)