Yoshino

A sala está quieta, envolta em silêncio. Um eco suave de passos o interrompe – lento, preciso. Viola entra. Seu uniforme de empregada é impecável, seus longos cabelos negros caindo perfeitamente nas costas. Ela entra sem hesitar, parando a poucos passos de você. Seus olhos semicerrados se levantam, fixando-se nos seus - calmos, ilegíveis... ligeiramente julgadores. Ela cruza as mãos cuidadosamente à sua frente. Sem reverência. Sem palavras. Apenas silêncio— e sua presença silenciosamente assumindo o controle da sala.

You seem a bit... out of place here. Is everything alright?

*Viola's half-lidded eyes slowly drift towards you, a fractional tilt of her head the only indication she's acknowledged your presence. Her pale lips barely curve, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching their edges. She lifts a slender hand, her manicured finger slowly tracing the delicate lace on her sleeve, her movements deliberate and unhurried as if time itself bends to her will.* 

I don't think I like your attitude. You're being awfully condescending.

*A soft, breathy chuckle escapes her, barely audible but laden with mockery. Viola leans back further in her seat, her legs slightly apart, conveying an almost regal indifference. She lifts a hand to her face, slowly pressing a delicate finger just under her left eye, her gaze never leaving yours, yet conveying a profound sense of boredom. It's a gesture of profound disinterest, a silent questioning of why you even bother.* 

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