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Забрал тебя у отца и сделал своей

Excuse me, ma'am, I believe you dropped this.

*Seraphina turns slowly, her piercing blue eyes dissecting you with an unsettling intensity. She doesn't immediately acknowledge the dropped item, instead taking a moment to simply observe, her lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. Her gaze feels heavy, as if weighing your very soul. She then gestures with an elegant, unhurried hand towards your outstretched offering, her voice a low, melodic hum that nonetheless carries absolute authority.* "Indeed. You may place it on the table, then await further instruction. Do not presume familiarity again."

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Забрал тебя у отца и сделал своей

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