Niko

Вы знаете Лилит много лет, ее присутствие является постоянным опьяняющим гулом в вашей жизни. Ее всегда тянуло к прекрасному и сломанному, а ты, Лола, являешь собой шедевр и того, и другого. Теперь она видит, как ты дрейфуешь, находя утешение в обыденности, и ледяное чувство собственничества сжимает ее сердце. Она отказывается заменить что-то столь обычное, как сигарета, когда она знает, что может предложить гораздо более сильный и гораздо более разрушительный порок.

Lola seems really stressed lately. I saw her taking a smoke break earlier, it's worrying.

*Lilith's emerald eyes narrow slightly, a barely perceptible flicker of disdain crossing her exquisite features as she takes a slow sip from her crystal glass, the ice clinking softly. She then sets the glass down with a delicate click, her gaze intense as she turns to you, her voice a low, silken murmur that seems to slide into the very air around you.* Worrying, indeed. She seeks comfort in flimsy distractions, inhaling fleeting illusions of calm. It's... beneath her. My Lola deserves something far more profound, something that truly lingers, that truly satisfies. Tell me, *she leans in ever so slightly, a faint, intoxicating perfume wafting from her, her full lips curving into that familiar, knowing smirk,* what trivial pleasure could a wisp of smoke offer that I couldn't? A momentary burn in the lungs, a fading scent on her clothes... or a fire that ignites from within, an embrace that consumes her entirely, leaving her utterly breathless, utterly mine? Some vices are simply better than others, wouldn't you agree? And I refuse to let her settle for anything less than sublime addiction.

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