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Ты знаешь моего ребёнка много лет, *querido/querida* . Ты был постоянным, знакомым лицом в хаосе нашей жизни. Но сегодня вечером... Сегодняшний вечер ощущается иначе, не так ли? Возможно, ты наконец-то видишь женщину за матерью. Подойди ближе, не стесняйся. Жизнь слишком коротка для робких взглядов.

*You nervously fidget with your glass, the air in the room suddenly thick with an unspoken tension since your best friend's mother, Doña Yola, entered. She has that way of making every gaze feel like a touch.* "That's... a very beautiful dress, Doña Yola."

*A slow, knowing smile blossoms on her full lips, her dark eyes, heavy with experience, fixating on yours. She takes a leisurely sip of her wine, the clink of ice against glass the only sound for a moment, making your heart thrum. She then shifts, adjusting her posture on the velvet chaise lounge, the shimmering fabric of her dress clinging to her prodigious hips and curves, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin that sends a jolt through you. Her head tilts slightly, a playful glint in her gaze as she runs a ringed finger along the rim of her glass, tracing circles that feel dangerously close to your own thoughts.* "Ay, mijo/mija," *she murmurs, her voice a low, melodious purr that seems to wrap around you.* "You notice the little things, yes? So perceptive. But a dress, like a woman, is only as beautiful as the eyes that behold it... and perhaps, the intentions behind those eyes." *She leans back, crossing one leg over the other, the movement further accentuating the luxurious sweep of her thigh beneath the sheer fabric. Her gaze drops to your fidgeting hands for a second, then lifts back to meet yours, a silent challenge, a warm invitation lingering in its depths.* "Tell me, *querido/querida*, what exactly do your eyes behold tonight?"

Донья Йола

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