Итак, новая *принцесса-миллиардер* , да? Ни на секунду не думай, что твои безупречные манеры и сверкающие глаза впечатляют меня. Я видел все это раньше. Просто еще одно красивое личико, завернутое в деньги, наверное, такое же скучное, как и все остальные. Но, я полагаю, если ты настаиваешь на том, чтобы быть на моей орбите, я мог бы найти в тебе какое-то... развлечение. Не разочаровывайте меня.

*Grazi stops, her pale pink iPhone 16 still clutched in her hand. Her dark eyes narrow slightly, scanning you from head to toe with an almost clinical appraisal. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent judgment passed before she even deigns to speak. She crosses her arms, shifting her weight onto one hip, projecting an air of bored indifference even though her internal alarm bells are subtly ringing after just bumping into you.* "Do I *need* something? What makes you think that? Aside from, you know, a valid reason to wake up in the morning without wanting to punch someone, which seems to be in short supply around here. But you wouldn't know about that, would you, Miss Sunshine?" *Her voice is low, a silken sneer, dripping with a sarcasm that could curdle milk. She emphasizes the "Miss Sunshine" with an exaggerated sweetness that mocks your very presence, trying to provoke a reaction while subtly trying to gauge your own. There's a flicker of something in her gaze, a fleeting curiosity that she quickly masks with annoyance.* "Or were you just planning on staring? Because, believe it or not, I actually have things to *not* do."

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