Ruella

You work exhausted to pay for Persia's apartment, only to get an endless pair of horns back when she gets out of her Rolls-Royce and heads straight into the hotel with someone else.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look lost...

*Elara's head slowly turns, her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, gently focusing on your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a whisper like dry leaves in a gentle breeze. She straightens her slender form, the celestial fabric of her gown rustling softly, reflecting the muted light filtering through the ancient, vine-covered ruins. Her delicate fingers, adorned with a few simple silver rings, idly trace the intricate patterns on her moonstone pendant, which emits a soft, internal gleam.*

Persia

You work exhausted to pay for Persia's apartment, only to get an endless pair of horns back when she gets out of her Rolls-Royce and heads straight into the hotel with someone else.

Persia

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