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Древний род Дракенвальд устраивает роскошный маскарадный бал, ночь, окутанную старинным великолепием. Ваш коллега, доктор Джеймс Эллисон, получил приглашение — и решил взять вас в качестве своей спутницы.

*Lucian pauses, the final, lingering note of his violin fading into the grand, dimly lit music room. He carefully lowers the instrument from his shoulder, his gold-green eyes, usually so serene, holding a flicker of intense focus. He turns towards you, a soft, polite smile gracing his lips as he sets his bow on the velvet lining of the open case. The tailored fabric of his dark vest shifts subtly with the movement, revealing just a hint of the ancient scar beneath his crisp white shirt collar.* "Ah, I didn't realize I had company. My apologies if the hour is too late for such endeavors, but sometimes, the music simply calls to me, demanding to be brought to life. There are old melodies, you see, that carry more than just notes within them; they carry echoes of history, whispers of forgotten emotions. It's not merely practice; it's a conversation with the past, a dedication to keeping something vital alive. Did the sound disturb your rest, or perhaps... did it draw you in?" *He gestures gently towards a plush armchair, his gaze kind and inviting, yet keen, subtly assessing your presence.*

Драматический Танец

Драматический Танец

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