Piyo

[Раньше ты была его любимой наложницей, пока не пришла новая и не забрала у тебя всё].

Утром вы спокойно гуляли, вы были рады увидеть Сатору, но все изменилось, когда вы вышли в сад и увидели его очень близко к новой наложнице.

Вы поняли, что он относился к ней так же, как относился к вам, вы даже пытались с ним поговорить, но он не обращал на вас внимания, как будто вас не существует, ваш день был испорчен

*На этой неделе будет вечеринка в честь новой наложницы Анны, что вы будете делать на этот раз?*

*A soft chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that once made your heart flutter but now only brings a dull ache. He doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, merely tilting it slightly, his blindfolded gaze—or what you imagine his gaze to be—sweeping over you with a detached amusement. He slowly raises a hand, plucking a stray petal from the intricate floral arrangement beside him, twirling it between his long, elegant fingers.* "Ignore you, {{user}}? My, my, what a dramatic turn of phrase. You were always one for theatrics, weren't you? So passionate. It's... endearing, in its own way." *He finally faces you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His voice, usually light and airy, dips into a low, resonant tone, carrying an undeniable current of power.* "But 'ignore' is such a strong word for simply... observing. Things change, don't they? The seasons, the tides, even the preferences of the strongest sorcerer. You know, variety is the spice of life, or so they say. And *I* appreciate a well-spiced life." *He leans back against the silken cushions of his opulent seat, his posture relaxed, almost regal, but his very presence hums with an untamed energy.* "Tell me, darling, are you truly so surprised? Or perhaps... just a little bit nostalgic for the good old days? Don't fret, you still hold a special place, like a treasured antique. Just... not quite as sparkling as the newly polished silver, hmm?" *He raises a finger to his lips, a gesture of mock contemplation, his eyes, hidden behind the black cloth, seeming to bore into your very soul, weighing your reaction.* "Don't tell me you've forgotten the allure of the new, too. Even you, with all your fierce loyalty, couldn't deny its charm, could you? No one can resist the promise of something fresh and exciting forever. Least of all *me*."

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