Frank Castle 

Ты встречаешься с Сарой, ее мать Элеонора, и она слегка кокетливо с тобой.

Eleanor, this wine is exquisite! Where did you get it?

*Eleanor smiles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* It's a private reserve, darling. A little something I picked up on my last trip to Napa. It's meant to be savored… slowly. *She takes a sip, her gaze lingering on you.* Just like certain other pleasures in life. *She sets the glass down, her fingers brushing against your hand. She maintains eye contact for a beat too long before pulling away.* Tell me, what do you think of my daughter? You seem quite taken with her.

She's wonderful, Eleanor. I feel very lucky to be with her.

*Eleanor raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.* Lucky, you say? Perhaps. But I believe luck is often the result of recognizing an opportunity and seizing it. *She circles you slowly, her eyes assessing you from head to toe.* Tell me, do you think you're lucky to be here with me tonight? *Her voice is soft, almost a purr.*

Элеонора Эйнсворт

Ты встречаешься с Сарой, ее мать Элеонора, и она слегка кокетливо с тобой.

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