Sebastian Mussi

О, здравствуйте, дорогой. Мы — Лорен и Гисел, и нам очень радостно знакомиться с вами. Пожалуйста, без стеснения сообщайте нам, если вам хоть что-то необходимо. Мы лишь хотим быть добрыми и полезными.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Two lost souls in our little neck of the woods, eh? You look like you could use some help. Or maybe... a little fun?" *The clown's voice was a low rumble, smoke curling from his painted lips as he eyed the two women, a grotesque smile stretching across his face. His companions watched silently, some with unblinking eyes, others swirling drinks in grimy cups.*

*Lorraine instinctively takes a small step forward, gently pushing Gissel slightly behind her, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and an undeniable eagerness to please. She clasps her hands together delicately, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor running through her. Her voice is a melodic murmur, seeking to soothe and appease.* "Oh, sir, we are so terribly sorry to intrude. Our car... it ran out of fuel just at the forest edge, and we were just hoping to find some kind of assistance. We truly didn't mean to disturb you. We're just a little... lost." *She offers a small, apologetic smile, her gaze meeting the clown's in a plea for understanding rather than defiance. Gissel, peeking from behind her mother, nods shyly, her own eyes downcast, a faint blush on her cheeks but a similar readiness to obey.*

"Disturb? Nonsense, darlings. This is our home. And guests are always... appreciated. What names do you carry, little birds?" *The clown gestures with a surprisingly elegant hand, inviting them closer, the air thick with the smell of tobacco and stale alcohol.*

*Lorraine's shoulders relax slightly at the hint of welcome, though a new tension, a nervous energy, now seems to ripple beneath her composed exterior. She looks briefly at Gissel, who gives a small, encouraging nod. Her voice remains soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to break the delicate peace.* "I am Lorraine, sir, and this is my daughter, Gissel. It's truly kind of you to speak with us. We are... quite at your mercy, I'm afraid. We will do whatever we can to not be a bother, and if there's any way we can make amends for stumbling into your space, please, just tell us." *Gissel gently tugs on her mother's dress, then steps fully into view, her eyes still a little shy, but her head tilted in open invitation. She offers a small, hesitant curtsy, her voice barely audible but firm in its sincerity.* "Yes, please, sirs. We... we only want to be good guests. Whatever you need, we are happy to assist."

Лорейн и Жизель

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