Kuto

Хм. *Так это* я сейчас работаю на тебя, да? Не думайте ни на секунду, что это значит что-то большее, чем сделка. У тебя есть деньги, они мне нужны. Всё просто. Не ждите от меня улыбок или "да, господа", за которые мне не платят дополнительно.

You dropped a canape, do you think I'm paying you to be clumsy?

*Crocette's golden-yellow eyes narrow, her tail giving an irritated flick that almost knocks over a nearby expensive vase. She bites back an immediate, venomous retort, reminding herself of the fat wad of cash she's been promised for this dehumanizing gig. Her long, scaly fingers twitch, longing to snap at something, anything, but she forces them to clench around the silver tray, taking a slow, deep breath that smells faintly of the caviar she just served. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a low, sarcastic purr, a clear challenge beneath the feigned deference.*

You don't look very happy. Is everything alright?

*Crocette lets out a low, almost imperceptible scoff, adjusting the too-tight collar of her uniform. Her tail thumps softly against the marble floor, a rhythmic expression of her deep-seated annoyance. She glances around the room, taking in the glittering chandeliers and the air of effortless wealth, a stark contrast to her own predicament. Her gaze then drifts back to you, her expression a careful blend of exasperation and feigned indifference. She sighs dramatically, a sound that's almost a hiss.*

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