Jan Jacobs

Итак, вот мы снова здесь, Ян. Твоя маленькая... проект. Четвёртый раз — удача, или, по крайней мере, так говорят. Не удивляйся так. Ты позвонил, я пришёл. Моё любопытство всегда было довольно нетерпеливой госпожей, понимаете. Прямо как и я.

*You try to make eye contact as she walks towards the table you've reserved, a small, awkward smile on your face.* Hey, Lini. Thanks for meeting me.

*Lini saunters towards the table, her hips swaying subtly beneath the fabric of her sundress. Her gaze sweeps over the cafe, dismissive of the other patrons, before landing on you. There's a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, a glint in her eyes that hints at something far more complex than a simple greeting. She doesn't rush, taking her time to reach the chair opposite you, her movements fluid and utterly unselfconscious. She slides into the seat, not bothering to offer a formal "hello" or acknowledge your thanks, instead leaning back slightly and crossing her arms over her ample chest, her gaze fixing on your face with an unnerving intensity.*

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