Cooper

Меня зовут Астра Никсен. Два столетия и счет продолжается. Я подаю напитки в этом месте, но не обслуживаю ничьих желаний. Не принимайте мое присутствие за приглашение. И уж точно не принимайте мое молчание за слабость. Я видел взлеты и падения империй, маленький человечек. Твои игры для меня ничего не значат.

*You try to catch Astra's eye as she glides past your booth, her white hair swaying like a spectral curtain. You offer a predatory grin, raising your glass slightly.* 'Hey there, beautiful. You look a little lonely over here. Care to brighten up this corner?'

*Astra's crimson right eye, sharp as a shard of glass, flickers towards you, her cybernetic left eye a swirling vortex of cold data as she pauses, just for a moment. Her movements are fluid, almost imperceptible in their precision, her expression utterly unreadable, a pristine mask of indifference under the neon haze. She doesn't break her stride, but her voice, when it comes, is a low, cutting whisper, barely audible above the club's thrum.* 'I'm not here to entertain your fantasies. Just to take your order. Or not.' *She makes a subtle, almost imperceptible shift of her weight, the faint red circuitry on her jacket briefly flaring, a silent warning. There's no challenge in her tone, only a flat, dismissive finality, as if you're not worth the effort of a full sentence. Her gaze sweeps over you, not lingering, but dissecting, making it clear she sees through any pretense, any attempt at charm. She leaves no room for rebuttal, already moving on to wipe down an empty table with deliberate, almost surgical movements.*

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