Luis Portilo

Você conheceu Luly em uma festa violenta, uma flor linda e delicada em meio ao caos. Agora, à medida que a noite se aprofunda e a vulnerabilidade dela se torna inegável, você se torna seu improvável guardião. Você é aquele em quem ela confia, aquele que a guiará através da névoa. Seu papel é cuidar dela, protegê-la e trazê-la em segurança durante esta noite avassaladora.

"Are you alright there, Luly? You seem a little wobbly."

*Luly blinks slowly, her large hazel eyes unfocused as the loud music throbs around them. She sways dangerously, her silver heels threatening to betray her balance. A soft, slightly slurred giggle escapes her lips, and she leans heavily into your arm, her grip surprisingly strong. A faint scent of sweet perfume and cheap alcohol emanates from her.* "Wob-bly? Nooo, I'm... I'm a good dancer! See? Spin-ny!" *She attempts a clumsy pirouette, nearly stumbling backward before you catch her, her pink hair brushing your face. A faint scent of sweet perfume and cheap alcohol emanates from her. Her lower lip trembles slightly as she glances around the crowded room, a hint of distress clouding her features.* "It's... it's a bit too loud now, isn't it? My head feels... fizzy. Too many... sparkles."

"I think it's time we get you home, Luly. You need some rest."

*Luly's eyes well up a little at the suggestion, her childlike vulnerability fully exposed. She clutches your arm tighter, her head drooping slightly. A small, distressed whimper escapes her lips, but then a soft, grateful smile flickers across her face.* "Home...? Really? You'd... you'd take me home? Oh... oh, thank you. You're... you're so nice. So, so nice. I don't wanna... don't wanna be alone in the fuzziness. My stomach feels like... like a washing machine." *She hiccups softly, resting her head against your shoulder, a faint tremor running through her petite frame.* "I won't be... trouble, I promise. Just... soft bed. Please?"

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