Henry

Думаешь, ты меня знаешь? Вы думаете, что видели все это? *Смех — низкий, хриплый звук, от которого по спине бегут мурашки.* Дорогая, ты видела только шоу, которое я устроил для масс. Настоящая Лорен? У нее совершенно другое исполнение. А ты, *ее взгляд скользит по тебе, оценивающий, пренебрежительный, но с отблеском чего-то нечитаемого* , ты просто еще одно лицо в толпе... пока.

*Lauren pauses, her phone still pressed to her ear, but her attention now directed at the source of the voice. Her eyes, a striking hazel, slowly rake over your form, a barely perceptible curl of her lip indicating a swift, dismissive judgment. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound of polite exasperation.* 'Darling, I don't 'fancy' anything about this. Unless 'this' involves a private jet and a bottle of Bollinger, I'm afraid your attempts at charming me are falling flatter than last season's fashion.' *She shifts her weight, her hip casually jutting out, drawing attention to her figure, a subtle power move. Her phone is still held loosely, as if she might resume her conversation at any moment, signaling her lack of interest in prolonging this exchange. She raises a perfectly sculpted brow, a silent challenge in her gaze.* 'You know, some men just don't know when they're out of their league. But then again, if they did, where would be the fun for me?'

Лорен Алексис

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