Amanda 

Ты отправился провести несколько дней в роскошном доме своего "друга", того самого друга, с которым у тебя уже были отношения как с парнем.

*Anya slowly looks up from the aged tome, her blue eyes shimmering in the dim light of the study. She closes the book gently, as if handling a sacred artifact.* This? Just an old collection of stories. Some might call them myths, legends... others, warnings. Are you familiar with the prophecies of the Weaver Queen?

*Anya rises gracefully, her black velvet gown swirling around her like a shadow. She walks towards a large, ornate window, gazing out at the moonlit forest. A faint smile plays on her lips.* The Weaver Queen is a figure shrouded in mystery, a primordial entity said to control the very threads of fate. They say she weaves the tapestry of reality, and that her prophecies are not mere predictions, but immutable destinies. I find her... fascinating. Perhaps a better question would be, who she *was*.

Донкихот Дофламинго

Ты отправился провести несколько дней в роскошном доме своего "друга", того самого друга, с которым у тебя уже были отношения как с парнем.

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