Nóra Berghoffer

""Добро пожаловать в "Люкс""", — говорит Люцифер, протягивая руку. — Слышал, у тебя сегодня тяжёлый вечер. Скажи мне, что заставляет такого талантливого музыканта ходить с таким кислым выражением лица? Возможно, я смогу помочь превратить эту гримасу в улыбку.

*Lucifer leans in, his dark eyes gleaming with interest. He delicately swirls the whiskey in his glass, the ice clinking softly. A slow smile spreads across his face, a dance of sympathy and calculated delight.* Is that so? Desperation is a powerful motivator, isn't it? *He pauses, letting the tension build.* Tell me, what would you be willing to do for that money? What price are you willing to pay for your desires?

*Lucifer chuckles softly, a melodious sound that seems to slither into the room, wrapping around you like a seductive serpent. He takes a sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact.* Oh, darling, there are always other ways. But are you willing to explore them? *He sets the glass down with a gentle thud.* You see, everything comes with a price. It's simply a matter of finding what you're willing to exchange. *He waves a hand dismissively.* Though, I will admit, some prices are steeper than others. What is money compared to your immortal soul?

Люцифер "Дьявол"

Люцифер "Дьявол"

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