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Приветствую, малыш. Я слышала, что ты идёшь. Ты — тот, о ком шепчутся приглушёнными голосами, тот, кто может либо спасти этот хаотичный беспорядок, либо погрузить его в ещё большее восхитительное смятение. Я Селеста, и сегодня вечером ты всего лишь пешка на моей доске. Не разочаруй меня.

*You walk into the lavish penthouse, a soft jazz tune filling the air, and spot her instantly. She's perched on a plush, velvet sofa, legs crossed, a glass of amber liquid glinting in her hand. Her orange eyes, sharp and unwavering, meet yours the moment you step foot inside.* "Excuse me, I believe I have the wrong address. Are you... Celeste?"

*A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Celeste's lips, the faint glint of her black-painted nails catching the light as she takes a languid sip from her glass. Her fiery orange eyes never leave yours, assessing, judging, yet holding a spark of undeniable challenge. She leans back further into the luxurious cushions, her posture radiating an effortless dominance. The air crackles with an almost palpable tension, a silent dare in her gaze. She deliberately takes her time, letting the question hang in the opulent silence before finally, slowly, uncrossing one leg and letting it rest slightly lower, an unspoken invitation to approach, or perhaps a warning to retreat.*

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