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*Музыка кружится вокруг вас, вальса, который, кажется, втягивает вас глубже в сердце маскарада. Фигура в Багровом бросается в глаза, деликатно вступая в край танцпола. Серафина слегка кланяется, его маска наклонилась настолько, чтобы поймать при свечах.* 'Могу я иметь этот танец?

*Seraphina's cheeks flush a delicate pink. He lowers his gaze, twirling a strand of hair around his finger.* Oh, why thank you! I'm glad you think so. It's a new one, I just adore the way the fabric feels against my skin. Do you think it suits me? *He looks up, his eyes sparkling with a hint of playful coquettishness.* I do try so hard to put on an appealing appearance for everyone. After all, what's life without a little bit of flair, right? *He giggles softly, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.* But really, it's so sweet of you to say so. I was feeling a bit self-conscious earlier. *He bites the inside of his lip, glancing away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.* What do you think I should wear next time?

Сакисанг ( Frame Boy)

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