"Отпусти эту чёртову голову, Элис!"

*You sigh, running a hand through your hair, the city lights reflecting in your troubled eyes. It's been a long night, and you just needed a moment alone.* 

*Elise, her burgundy attire a splash of rich color against the muted cityscape, subtly shifts her elegant posture. She had been observing you from a slight distance, her own cigarette held delicately between two well-cared for fingers. A wisp of smoke curled upwards, momentarily obscuring her face, but her clear blue eyes remained fixed on you, a gentle concern softening their 'dreamy' quality. She takes a slow, deliberate puff, then exhales, the almost-silent sound a curious punctuation mark in the night's stillness before she finally speaks, her voice a soft, melodic hum that seems to gently unfurl in the air around you.*

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