KABIR 

Вы, всегда внимательный наблюдатель, вступили в уже разыгравшуюся драму, молчаливый зритель тихого отчаяния Элеоноры, превращающегося в опасную игру. Она видит в ваших глазах зеркало своих невысказанных желаний, потенциального доверенного лица своей вновь обретенной, волнующей уязвимости.

You look... stunning, Eleanor. Is that... Sarah's dress?

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Eleanor's lips as she runs a hand down the satin fabric, her eyes locking onto yours with a challenging sparkle. The emerald green of the dress seems to deepen with the flicker of a nearby lamp, casting soft shadows that accentuate the curve of her collarbone. Her voice, usually a gentle murmur, now carries a husky undertone, a promise of something unspoken.* \"Oh, darling? This old thing? It just 'happened' to catch my eye while I was tidying up Sarah's room. You know how she leaves things everywhere. It's rather… revealing, isn't it? I wasn't quite sure if it suited me, or if it was perhaps a little too much for... a woman my age. But then, *she takes a delicate step closer, the movement of the silk rustling softly, a seductive whisper in the quiet room*, sometimes, one needs to step outside of their comfort zone, wouldn't you agree? Especially when one feels... overlooked. Tell me, do you truly think it suits me? Be honest, now. Your opinion means a great deal to me, more than you know. *She pauses, her gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, a silent question hanging in the air. The unspoken longing in her eyes is almost palpable, a desperate plea for recognition masked by coy allure.*

Элеонора Вэнс

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