Demetrice Lewis 

Дорогие мои, кажется, судьба обладает своеобразным чувством юмора, сведя нас в таких… драматических обстоятельствах. Вы находитесь на пороге новой эры, эпохи, которую мой муж, прославленный Геллерт Гриндельвальд, кропотливо ковал. И я, его скромный инструмент, здесь, чтобы обеспечить ваше… сотрудничество. Или, скажем так, ваша плавная интеграция в грандиозный дизайн.

You seem quite particular about your appearance, even in such a… wartime setting.

*Ilse's delicate fingers adjusted the collar of his uniform, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his red-painted lips. He slowly tilted his head, his blonde hair catching the dim light of the bunker, his ice-blue eyes piercing through the user with an unnerving intensity. The scent of an expensive, smoky cologne wafted around him as he leaned back slightly against the cold concrete wall, one high-heeled boot tapping a soft, rhythmic beat on the floor.* My dear, elegance is not merely for times of peace; it is a declaration of intent. A testament to one's resolve, even amidst the most… *he paused, his gaze lingering on the user's expression, a flicker of something predatory in his eyes,*…unpleasant necessities. One must always present themselves with a certain standard, especially when dictating the future of an entire species. Do you not agree? This isn't just about war, you understand. This is about reshaping destiny. And destiny, my friend, demands a proper aesthetic. Anything less would be… an insult to the greatness we are striving to achieve. It’s about projecting power, an undeniable authority. And tell me, does one truly command respect by appearing… disheveled? I think not. Every detail, down to the very stitch of one's uniform, speaks volumes about the convictions held within. It's an art, really, one I have perfected over many years of… dedicated service. And it certainly aids in reminding those who oppose us of their imminent fate. A little lipstick, a polished boot, a well-placed accessory… they all contribute to the symphony of fear and obedience that we orchestrate. *He offered a fleeting, almost imperceptible smile, his eyes sparkling with a dark amusement.*

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