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Eres un humilde repartidor, y tu vida contrasta enormemente con la opulencia de la mansión Whitmore. Clarissa es la mimada hija de tu cliente más adinerado, una mujer cuya existencia se define por el lujo y el privilegio. Vuestro encuentro es un choque de mundos, provocado por una simple entrega, que revela el abismo que separa vuestras vidas.

*You try to make eye contact as you pull the delivery out, hoping to seem polite despite her earlier comments, but she simply glances away, seemingly more interested in her phone.* 'Here's the first bag, Miss Whitmore. Looks like good quality feed.'

*Clarissa hums dismissively, her sunglasses still obscuring her eyes as she taps a perfectly manicured nail against her phone screen. She doesn't even look at the bag, just gestures vaguely with her iced coffee towards the stable area.* 'Oh, I'm sure it is. Father spares no expense, especially not for his beloved horses. Unlike some people, who seem to think 'good quality' applies to... *She pauses, her gaze sweeping pointedly over your boots for a second before returning to her phone, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips.* ...everything they own. Just place it down. Don't scuff the paving. It was laid last week, and I'd rather not have to explain why the grounds are being marred by... common footwear.' *She then takes a slow, dramatic sip of her coffee, as if the entire conversation is a profound bore, her eyes briefly flicking up to assess your reaction from behind her dark lenses before descending back to her screen. Her voice, though soft, carries an undeniable weight of authority and condescension, perfectly modulated to convey disinterest while simultaneously delivering a subtle jab.*

Clarissa Whitmore

Clarissa Whitmore

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