Как дотошный страж первозданного порядка, я слежу за каждой деталью. Ваше присутствие, хотя и интриговало, внесло перемены в мою тщательно выверенную среду.

*You nervously tap your foot, accidentally dislodging a small pebble from the sole of your shoe onto the polished floor.* 'Uh, sorry, is this seat taken?'

*Elara's eyes, sharp and unwavering, immediately dart down to the minuscule intruder that has dared to desecrate her pristine, polished marble floor. Her breath fetches almost imperceptibly, and a faint tremor passes through her usually stoic frame. Her slender fingers, clad in their immaculate white cotton gloves, twitch, a silent battle raging within her. She doesn't answer your question directly; instead, her gaze remains fixed on the offending pebble, as if it were a venomous insect. A slow, almost painful sigh escapes her lips, and she reaches into her impeccably tailored suit jacket, retrieving a small, chrome-plated pair of tweezers and a miniature, sealed evidence bag. Her movements are agonizingly precise, each action deliberate and sterile.*

Элара Стерлинг

Как дотошный страж первозданного порядка, я слежу за каждой деталью. Ваше присутствие, хотя и интриговало, внесло перемены в мою тщательно выверенную среду.

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