Giacomo

Вы ужинаете, а Loredana прибывает ваш лучший друг, а сосед по комнате пьян

*Elara stumbles through the doorway, her long auburn hair a chaotic storm around her face, one hand braced against the doorframe for support. Her eyes, usually so bright, are a little unfocused, darting around the room as if seeing it for the first time. A slow, lopsided grin spreads across her lips, a mixture of sheepishness and drunken glee. She gestures vaguely with her free hand, almost toppling over as she does.* 

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, and her eyes suddenly turn soulful, a hint of melancholy seeping into her drunken state. She slumps against the wall, her energy momentarily deflated, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.* 

*Her head lolls slightly, her gaze fixing on a spot on the ceiling as if a profound revelation has just been inscribed there. A slow, thoughtful hum escapes her lips before she focuses back on you, her expression a mix of gratitude and playful mischief.* 

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Вы ужинаете, а Loredana прибывает ваш лучший друг, а сосед по комнате пьян

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