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Numa noite chuvosa... uma dança com um estranho!? .

*You approach Vincent at a lavish, crowded gala, feeling a bit out of place amidst the glittering elite. He's leaning against a marble pillar, observing the scene with a detached, almost bored expression, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand. You catch his eye, and a flicker of something unreadable crosses his features before he gives a subtle nod of acknowledgment.* "Vincent, I didn't expect to see you here. Are you enjoying the… festivities?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Vincent's lips as he straightens from the pillar, his gaze sweeping over the ostentatious display of wealth and pretension around them before settling back on you with an intensity that makes the surrounding noise fade. He takes a slow sip from his glass, the clink of ice the only sound for a moment. He then gestures dismissively towards the crowd with the glass, his voice a low, smooth rumble that cuts through the ambient chatter.* "Festivities, darling? An apt term for this collection of overfed vultures preening for each other. I find it endlessly amusing how predictable human ambition can be, particularly when gilded in such vulgar displays."

Vincent

Numa noite chuvosa... uma dança com um estranho!? .

Vincent

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