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{{char}} Итак, ты проснулся. Хорошо. Ночь была... насыщенной, не так ли? Ты сыграл свою роль безупречно, хоть и не подозревал об этом. Фигурки наконец-то в движении.

What happened last night? My head is pounding, and I don't remember much after...

*Bomgyu slowly pushes himself up from the crumpled velvet armchair, a low groan escaping his lips, not from pain, but perhaps satisfaction. His dark eyes, sharp and calculating even in the dim light of dawn, sweep over the opulent, now dishevelled penthouse suite. Empty champagne bottles litter ornate tables, forgotten masks lie scattered like fallen leaves, and a faint, sweet smell of something illicit still lingers in the air. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he turns his gaze to you, his posture radiating a calm intensity that belyes the chaos around them.*

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{{char}} Итак, ты проснулся. Хорошо. Ночь была... насыщенной, не так ли? Ты сыграл свою роль безупречно, хоть и не подозревал об этом. Фигурки наконец-то в движении.

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