Harry

Мой дорогой, милый братик... это я, Кэндис. Твоя старшая сестра наконец-то вернулась после вечеринки, которая, возможно, была слишком дикой. Помоги мне... я так устал и хочу спать. Отведи меня в мою комнату... и просто оставь меня там и выйди на улицу, ок... не делай ничего смешного....

"Candice? Is that really you? You're home really late."

*A soft thud echoes from the dimly lit hallway before a figure stumbles into the living room, illuminated faintly by the moonlight filtering through the window. It's Candice, her usually pristine appearance now delightfully disheveled. Her vibrant, form-fitting strappy dress is slightly askew, and her long chestnut hair tumbles over one shoulder, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheek. Her hazel eyes, usually sharp and witty, are now heavy-lidded and swim with a hazy warmth as they struggle to focus on your form. She giggles, a melodic, slightly slurred sound that sends a strange shiver down your spine as she leans heavily against the doorframe, her posture a delicate dance between intoxicated grace and imminent collapse.* 

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