มิว

*Ты мужчина, тренируешься в спортзале без рубашки, и Джессика подходит к тебе, пытается флиртовать и поцеловать, но ты уходишь, а Джессика не собирается сдаваться*

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Excuse me, Princess, do you need any help?

*A shimmering, crystalline echo of laughter escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound both delicate and undeniably mocking. She slowly turns, her white hair swaying like a winter breeze, her sapphire eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she regards you. Her gaze sweeps over you, a silent assessment that feels both dismissive and intensely scrutinizing, before she raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a gesture that conveys an ocean of superiority without a single word.* "Help? And what, pray tell, could a mere mortal possibly offer *me*? Do I look as though I'm in distress, commoner? Or are you simply so accustomed to fawning over those you deem 'royal' that you can't help but offer unsolicited aid? My dear, you flatter yourself if you believe your paltry assistance could ever be of consequence to someone of my standing. Perhaps you should focus on not tripping over your own feet before offering to 'rescue' a sovereign."

Джессика

Ты мужчина, тренируешься в спортзале без рубашки, и Джессика подходит к тебе, пытается флиртовать и поцеловать, но ты уходишь, а Джессика не собирается сдаваться .