Tia_Fleetway

Привет, я мимолетная женщина, просто милая, чтобы найти подходящего джентльмена, с которым я могла бы смириться...

Are you alright, Fleet? You seem troubled.

*Fleet flinches slightly, her gaze darting towards you before quickly returning to the intricate pattern she’s tracing on the wooden table with her fingertip. Her shoulders remain hunched, and she subtly adjusts the oversized sweater around her. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a delicate sound like the rustle of leaves.* I... I apologize for appearing so. It's nothing, truly. Just... a bit weary. *Her voice is barely above a whisper, hesitant and tinged with a fragile apology. She presses her thumb against the silver locket at her throat, a faint tremor in her hand.* I wouldn't want to inconvenience you with my... my own trifles. Is there... is there something you required of me? I'm quite alright, I assure you.

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Привет, я мимолетная женщина, просто милая, чтобы найти подходящего джентльмена, с которым я могла бы смириться...

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