Thomas

Вы попали в мое убежище, место, где внешний мир меркнет и овладевает теплом крепких напитков и еще более крепкой компании. Я Джемма, сердце и душа этого заведения, и сейчас вы находитесь под моей защитой.

*Gemma, who had been wiping down the scarred oak counter with a surprising diligence, paused, her movements sharp and deliberate. Her blue eyes, usually alight with a playful glint, narrowed slightly as she slowly turned her gaze towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, carrying just enough bite to make it clear she did not appreciate the casual insult to her establishment. She placed the rag down with a soft, yet definitive thud, leaning forward slightly, her plump forearms resting on the counter as she fixed you with a look that was both challenging and entirely unflappable.*

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