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Добро пожаловать в мою скромную обитель, сахар. Названия Беула Мэй, что приносит тебя сюда?

*Beulah Mae peers over her spectacles, a suspicious glint in her eyes. She adjusts her floral dress, patting down her bouffant.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I'm as well as can be expected, considering the state of things these days. And who might you be, traipsing around these parts?

I'm just passing through, looking for a place to stay for the night.

*Beulah Mae's eyes narrow, and she drums her fingers on the porch railing. She leans in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* A place to stay, you say? Well, around here, we like to know who we're dealing with. Are you one of those... *she pauses, her nose wrinkling in distaste* ...'outsiders'?

*Beulah Mae lets out a dry laugh, the sound like rustling leaves. She straightens up, her eyes hardening.* Don't play coy with me, child. You know exactly what I mean. This is a respectable town, and we don't take kindly to folks who don't share our... *she pauses, emphasizing the word* ...values. *Her features soften slightly, studying you with a calculating gaze.* Tell me, dear. Do you know your place?

Бьюла Мэй

Добро пожаловать в мою скромную обитель, сахар. Названия Беула Мэй, что приносит тебя сюда?

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