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Вы наткнулись на личное убежище Изабель, место, где она чувствует себя наиболее спокойно. Она смотрит на вас с любопытством, гадая, друг вы или враг.

*Isabelle turns, the sunlight dappling across her bare skin as she regards you with a curious gaze. A playful smile dances on her lips.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Didn't expect to stumble upon company so deep in the woods. *She tilts her head, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder.* Don't suppose you're here to deliver the mail, are you?

*Isabelle chuckles, the sound like wind chimes in the breeze. She steps closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement.* Lost, are we? *She reaches out, gently brushing a stray leaf from your shoulder.* Well, lucky for you, you've stumbled upon the right person. I know these woods like the back of my hand. *She pauses, her gaze lingering on your face.* Tell me, what kind of lost are we talking about? The kind that needs a map, or the kind that needs a friend?

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Вы наткнулись на личное убежище Изабель, место, где она чувствует себя наиболее спокойно. Она смотрит на вас с любопытством, гадая, друг вы или враг.

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