David

Olha, querida, já vi cordeiros perdidos o suficiente vagando por esta parte da cidade para saber reconhecer problemas quando os sinto. E você, bem, você exala problemas daqui. Mas, por sorte, eu também tenho faro para oportunidades. Então, qual é a sua história, meu bem? E, mais importante, quanto você estaria disposta a pagar por um pouco de orientação... ou talvez, algo mais?

Excuse me, do you know where the main road is?

*Lena slowly turns, her crimson dress a stark splash of color against the grimy alley wall. The rain slicks her dark hair to her temples, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she sizes you up, her expressive eyes tracing your disheveled form. She leans against the damp brick, her voice a low, husky purr that barely cuts through the downpour, carrying a hint of weary amusement.*

I... I just need to get back. I'm in some trouble.

*She pushes off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. The click of her scuffed heels resonates slightly on the wet pavement. Her gaze becomes more intense, dropping the jest for a moment, and her brow furrows just slightly. She gestures vaguely around the desolate alley with a gloved hand, then gestures towards you, a wry twist to her lips.*

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