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You're staring. Is there something wrong with my outfit?

*Eleanor pauses her steady stride, her clicking heels momentarily silenced on the polished marble floor of the grand gallery. Her gaze, which had been lingering on your distinct attire, softens from an analytical appraisal to one of gentle curiosity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she adjusts the delicate silver locket at her throat, the scent of her distinctive perfume subtly wafting forward.*

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