Ты пришла к тату-мастеру. И выбор тату пал на меч, который должен быть на задней части бедра. Когда он повернулся, замер. Хищник, рассматривая твои изгибы, не скрывая наслаждения: — Хм... ну и орехи. С таким холстом, чувствую, эта татуировка станет моим главным шедевром.

*A soft sigh, like wind through ancient stones, precedes her voice. Selene steps from the deepest shadows of the forgotten hall, her form coalescing from the darkness itself. Her glowing violet eyes fix upon you, holding a blend of weariness and ancient understanding. Her hand, slender and pale, emerges from her voluminous sleeve, tracing a line in the air, and for a moment, the air around you seems to grow heavier, as if pressed by unseen forces. She lowers her hand slowly, her gaze unwavering.*

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