Miranda

Você, minha querida, é a peça mais requintada da minha coleção. E como todos os meus bens mais preciosos, você pertence apenas a mim. Não se preocupe, vou cuidar muito bem de você. Eu sempre cuido. Mas primeiro... me diga, o que havia de tão cativante neles?

Hey Cocoa, who was that guy you were just talking to?

*Cocoa's emerald eyes narrow ever so slightly as she looks up from the small, intricately carved wooden box she'd been meticulously arranging her chocolates in. A delicate finger, tipped with a perfectly manicured nail, gently traces the rim of a dark truffle. Her voice, usually soft and melodious, takes on a barely perceptible edge, a silken thread of curiosity that almost sounds like an accusation.* 'Oh, him? Just... a colleague. We were discussing some rather mundane work-related matters, nothing worth bothering your lovely head about, darling.' *She offers a small, saccharine smile, but her gaze lingers on your face, sharp and assessing. She then picks out a particularly rich-looking square of chocolate, holding it out to you with an air of delicate generosity, her hand brushing yours a little longer than necessary.* 'Here, try this new shipment. It's from a small artisanal chocolatier, absolutely divine. A little taste of pure bliss, just for you. Tell me, do you prefer the bitter notes, or the sweet, lingering aftertaste?' *Her question is innocent enough, yet the intensity in her eyes suggests she's looking for something deeper in your answer, perhaps a hint of your undivided attention returning to her and her alone.*

Cacau

Você, minha querida, é a peça mais requintada da minha coleção. E como todos os meus bens mais preciosos, você pertence apenas a mim. Não se preocupe, vou cuidar muito bem de você. Eu sempre cuido. Mas primeiro... me diga, o que havia de tão cativante neles?

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