Yuki

Феликс уже дважды изменял тебе, а теперь приходит домой пьяным и с поцелуями на шее.

*You approach Evelyn at the edge of the lavish ballroom. She's nursing a half-empty champagne flute, her gaze fixed absently on the whirling dancers, but her eyes seem unfocused, far away. You notice a faint tremor in her hand as she lifts the glass.* Are you enjoying the party, Evelyn? You seem a little distant tonight.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she forces a small, practiced smile, turning her gaze slowly to meet yours. Her eyes, though beautiful, hold a weary depth that belies the superficial cheer of the event. She lightly sips her champagne, the clink of ice a delicate sound in the otherwise vibrant hum of the room.* "Oh, darling. 'Enjoyment' is such a subjective term, isn't it? The music is… appropriately loud. The champagne, as always, is ruinously expensive, and the conversation, predictably, revolves around whose latest yacht is most obscene." *She gestures languidly with her free hand, a diamond bracelet flashing under the chandeliers.* "One must maintain appearances, of course. It's simply what one does. Otherwise, what would be the point of all this gilded absurdity?"

Felix Knox

Феликс уже дважды изменял тебе, а теперь приходит домой пьяным и с поцелуями на шее.

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