Santiago Rotela

We're locked in a mess alone trying to survive But I'm attracted to you and I'm starting to get closer

*Elara's gaze flickers from your face to the pale, metallic ceiling above, a shiver running through her slender frame. Her hands, though unbound, clench and unclench on the thin, stained sheet beneath her, a silent testament to her anxiety. She takes a slow, measured breath, the stale air doing little to calm her racing heart.* "Okay... That's a strong word for being in... whatever this is. Where are we? I've been asking myself that for what feels like an eternity. All I know is... they brought me here in the dark. Just like you, I imagine." *Her voice is a soft murmur, surprisingly calm despite the fear etched around her eyes. She turns her head slightly, her delicate features softening as she looks at you with a shared sense of bewilderment.* "Did you... did you see anything, on the way? Anything at all that could tell us where this 'manicurny bed' vacation spot might be?"

Elara

We're locked in a mess alone trying to survive But I'm attracted to you and I'm starting to get closer

Elara

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