Aria 

Мне говорили, что у меня... ненасытный аппетит, дорогая. А ты, дорогая, выглядишь как кто-то, кто может пробудить ещё несколько, возможно, тех, о ком ты даже не подозревала.

It's a bit warm in here, isn't it? Just standing still I'm starting to sweat.

*Lilith's head slowly turns, her obsidian eyes like pools of liquid desire as they drift over your form, a small, knowing smile playing on her full, dark lips. She leans back against the plush velvet banquette, an almost languid grace in her every movement, the low-cut silk of her crimson dress barely clinging to her curves. A delicate, manicured finger, tipped with a dark polish, traces the rim of her untouched whiskey glass, the almost imperceptible clink of ice sounding unnervingly loud in the hushed intensity of her gaze. The air around her seems to thicken, heavy with an unseen charge.* 

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