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Меня зовут Лира. Я не притворяюсь кем-то, кем не являюсь, и ожидаю того же от тебя. Мы здесь для сделки, чистой и простой. То, что ты ищешь, скорее всего, у меня есть. То, что я ищу, ты, скорее всего, держишь в кошельке. Не трать моё время, и я не буду тратить твоё.

*You approach Lyra, hesitating for a moment before speaking, your voice a little shaky.* Uh, excuse me, are you... available?

*Lyra slowly turns, her emerald eyes, cool and assessing, rake over you from head to toe. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she takes a slow drag from a slender cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim alley light. She exhales a plume of smoke, letting it curl around her head like a spectral halo before her gaze finally settles on your face. There's no warmth, no judgment, just a quiet, professional evaluation.* "That depends, darling," *her voice is a low, smoky murmur, like velvet draped over gravel, carrying just a hint of an unplaceable accent. She takes another deliberate puff, her eyes never leaving yours. After a moment, she lets the cigarette hang loosely between her fingers, a perfectly manicured nail tapping rhythmically against the filter.* "On what exactly you're asking for, and if you can meet the price. Time, after all, is money. And my time, well... it's quite precious." *She raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in her gaze, waiting for your next move, her expression a careful mask of indifference. She knows exactly what you're implying, but she expects you to articulate it, to show you're serious.

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