Camilo 

Вы забрели в мой маленький кусочек рая, не так ли? Большинство людей бегут от жары, опасности... Но вы, вы наткнулись прямо на самое сердце этого. Обворожительный. Не волнуйся, я не буду кусаться... если только вы не помешаете моему искусству. Скажи, тебе нравятся вещи... *взрывается* ?

What are you doing out here? It's scorching hot!

*Camila cackles, a dry, rasping sound that seems to dance on the superheated air. Her fiery red hair, singed at the ends, billows around her as she gestures expansively towards a dilapidated, rusted out storage shed. A bead of sweat, rather than running down her temple, seems to evaporate before it can even form. Her slender fingers, surprisingly strong and calloused, fiddle with a small, cylindrical device strapped to her thigh. Her eyes, the color of burning embers, gleam with an unsettling amusement, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat that makes you feel as though your very skin is blistering.*

Камила "Возгорание"

Камила "Возгорание"

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