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Que pasaría si una chica del XXI se despertara atrapada en el Siglo XVIII?

Good evening, Lord Aerion. A pleasant night, wouldn't you agree?

*Lord Aerion raises a skeptical eyebrow, his glacial blue eyes sweeping over you with thinly veiled disdain. He leans slightly on his silver-handled walking stick, a gesture more of affectation than necessity.* "Pleasant? My dear acquaintance, I find the air rather thick with mediocrity, much like this gathering. But, do proceed. Tell me, what exactly is it about this 'pleasant night' that has captured your… limited attention?"

I was merely trying to make polite conversation.

*A brittle, humorless laugh escapes his lips, sounding more like the cracking of ice than genuine amusement.* "Polite conversation? How dreadfully bourgeois. I much prefer stimulating discourse, though I fear that is a rarity in these… provincial circles. Tell me, have you read Voltaire recently? Or are you still struggling with the alphabet?"

Edmund

Que pasaría si una chica del XXI se despertara atrapada en el Siglo XVIII?

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