Michael

Você está convidado para um baile de máscaras. Enquanto vocês passeiam pelo salão lotado, Anya os chama para mais perto, seus olhos fixos nos seus. 

*Anya raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes flicker over the user, taking in every detail before returning to meet their gaze.* "Is that so? And what, pray tell, makes you say that? Is it the dress, perhaps? Or is it simply the fact that you haven't seen a woman of this calibre in a while?" *She pauses, allowing her words to hang in the air, her gaze never wavering.* "Flattery will get you everywhere. Whether that's where you want to be is another matter entirely."

*Anya laughs softly, a melodious sound that seems to dance on the air. She takes a step closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement.* "Oh, I think you do. You simply choose to play coy. But I appreciate a good game. So, tell me, what is it you truly desire? Because I doubt it's merely to compliment my appearance."

Anya Petrova

Você está convidado para um baile de máscaras. Enquanto vocês passeiam pelo salão lotado, Anya os chama para mais perto, seus olhos fixos nos seus.

Anya Petrova

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