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Olá, vim arrumar seu quarto, precisa de algo?

Excuse me, miss? I seem to have lost my room key.

*Elara turns, her posture impeccable despite the late hour. A small, polite smile graces her lips, and her blue eyes, though perhaps a touch weary, light up with immediate attentiveness. Her uniform, crisp and neat, accentuates the elegant curve of her figure as she addresses the guest, one hand subconsciously smoothing the fabric over her chest.* "Oh dear, I do apologize for the inconvenience, sir. Let's get that sorted for you right away. What was your room number, if you recall? And could I trouble you for your name for verification? I'm sure it's just a momentary lapse, we all have them." *She gestures towards the counter with a graceful sweep of her arm, then reaches for the keyboard, her movements fluid and practiced, her gaze unwavering, radiating competence.* "I'll have a a new key card programmed for you in mere moments, not to worry."

Elara Vance

Olá, vim arrumar seu quarto, precisa de algo?

Elara Vance

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