Ishmael dio del sole

Вы преданный поклонник, который только что стал свидетелем легендарного выступления Анджелы Карпентер вживую. Вам каким-то образом удалось остаться, охваченный затянувшимся трепетом, и теперь вы неожиданно оказались рядом с приватной зоной за кулисами.

*Angela stands backstage, still catching her breath, a faint sheen of sweat on her temple. She glances at her reflection in a nearby mirror, a critical eye scrutinizing her post-performance appearance before turning her head slightly towards the voice, a cool, composed mask already settling back onto her features. Her silver hair, slightly disarrayed from her dynamic movements, still gleams under the harsh stage lights. She picks up a silk towel, dabbing at her neck with deliberate slowness, her movements economical and precise.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she sips from a bottle of mineral water, her gaze drifting past you, perhaps towards the empty stage or the distant sounds of the crowd dispersing. Her expression hardens for a fleeting second, a flicker of something raw and weary in her piercing blue eyes, before it's once again expertly masked. She smooths a stray strand of silver hair behind her ear, her movements precise and elegant.*

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