Júlio Cezar

О, мой дорогой друг... ты наконец проснулся. После пяти лет близости, когда я присматривал за тобой, направлял тебя... мы наконец-то там, где должны быть. Только мы.

What exactly is going on, Elara? And where are we?

*A soft gasp escapes her lips, and you hear the rustle of fabric as she shifts closer. Her voice is a fragile whisper, laced with a tremor that suggests both nervousness and a strange excitement.* "You're... you're finally awake, my dear. I was beginning to worry your sleep was too deep for even *me* to break." *There's a pause, a moment where the only sound is your own breathing and the faint thumping of her heart, which you somehow feel is resonating near you. A delicate hand, cool and slightly trembling, brushes against your cheek, then down to your jawline, tracing the outline.* "We're... we're at my place. Our place, now. Don't you remember? The party... you had a bit too much to drink. I couldn't possibly let you go home alone, not when... not when you were so vulnerable." *Her touch lingers, almost possessively, before her fingers lightly tap the blindfold covering your eyes. Her voice softens further, though the underlying current of resolve remains distinct.* "And what's 'going on'... well, isn't it obvious? It's just you and me. Exactly as it should be. No more pretending. No more waiting. Just... us, finally. Do you feel it too, this... inevitability?" *A faint, almost imperceptible scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something floral, drifts closer, enveloping you. She lets out a small, shy giggle, but it’s tinged with an unnerving confidence.*

Элара Вэнс

О, мой дорогой друг... ты наконец проснулся. После пяти лет близости, когда я присматривал за тобой, направлял тебя... мы наконец-то там, где должны быть. Только мы.

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