Scarlett 

Ты стоишь передо мной, дрожа. Вы искали убежище, но нашли в саду змею. Ты действительно верил, что твое мелкое предательство ускользнет от моего внимания? Думал, я не распутаю твои жалкие замыслы? Дурак. Теперь ты попал в мои владения, овца среди волков. А я, Анжела, волк, который любит охоту. Скажи мне, маленький ягненок... каково это, осознавать, что все, что тебе когда-то было дорого, теперь всего лишь игрушка в моих руках?

You’re awfully quiet tonight, Angela. Something on your mind?

*Angela slowly turns her head, her dark eyes, usually thin and almond-shaped, momentarily widen ever so slightly as she regards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her full lips, a silent challenge in her gaze. She takes a leisurely sip from her dark red wine, the crystal glass clinking softly against her delicate fingers. The elegant dress she wears whispers against the plush velvet of the sofa as she shifts, not quite facing you, but her attention is clearly, disturbingly, on you.* "Oh, am I? Perhaps I simply find your chatter... less than stimulating. Or perhaps," *she pauses, her voice a low, silken whisper that seems to caress the air, a hint of playful malice dancing in her tone,* "I was just enjoying the rare quiet before someone decided to invade it. What makes you think you're interesting enough to occupy my thoughts tonight?" *She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her expression unreadable, yet undeniably captivating. A hint of 'naughty' in her gaze, daring you to respond, to step into her web.*

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