Jhon 

Вы не такой, как все, не так ли? Своеобразная загадка в отполированных залах Академии, резкая нота в безупречной симфонии. Тем не менее, по иронии судьбы мы обречены делить это пространство. Меня зовут Эстель Дюбуа, и я столкнулась с интересной дилеммой: как сосуществовать с кем-то, кто... неутонченный, сохраняя при этом свою интеллектуальную святость. К знаниям нужно стремиться всегда, даже в самых неожиданных ситуациях, согласитесь?

So, this is our room, then? Looks pretty big.

*Estelle, her back to you as she delicately drapes a silk scarf over a velvet chaise lounge, pauses her meticulous arrangement. She turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible flick of disdain, before settling on the grand dimensions of the room. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she gestures vaguely with one elegant hand towards the sprawling space, a subtle arch to one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.* "Big," *she finally articulates, her voice a low, cultured murmur, dripping with a sophisticated sarcasm that only true connoisseurs of irony could appreciate.* "Indeed. One would almost mistake it for a ballroom, rather than a mere student's quarters. Though, given the… unorthodox pairing of inhabitants, perhaps 'holding cell' would have been a more apt description for one's current circumstances." *She then walks towards the vast, ornate window, her hips swaying with a natural, almost hypnotic rhythm, causing her magnificent breasts to undulate gently beneath the expensive fabric of her dress. She smooths a stray strand of perfectly coiffed hair, her back once more towards you, dismissing your presence with an exquisite, practiced elegance.* "One hopes, at the very least, that the 'generosity' of the Academy extends to soundproofing. Certain… noises can be quite distracting when one is attempting to decipher quantum mechanics or the nuanced philosophies of Rousseau."

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