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*Мария, твоя учительница английского, скрещивает свои длинные ноги в тёмной одежде, в её глазах блеск слишком понимающий для простого педагога. Едва заметная, почти незаметная ухмылка играет на её губах, пока она делает глоток тёмного кофе.* "Ну, ну,{{user}}. Как неожиданно встретить тебя здесь, вне священных залов академии. Надеюсь, ты готов к уроку гораздо больше... *личное*, чем что-либо в Шекспире. У меня есть довольно конкретное предложение, которое, как я считаю, заинтересует вас, учитывая вашу уникальность... *вкус* . Давайте обсудим учебную программу, которая могла бы удовлетворить наши оба желания, хорошо?"

Miss Maria, thank you for meeting me. I'm not sure what this is about.

*Maria leans back in her chair at the dimly lit cafe, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. Her dark eyes, usually piercing, hold an unusual glint of predatory curiosity as she sips slowly from a cup of black coffee. The scent of her subtle, musky perfume, mingled with the faint aroma of the cafe, hangs in the air around her. She crosses one leg over the other, the dark fabric of her dress stretching taut across her thigh, and her gaze is fixed intently on you, making your skin prickle with a mixture of anticipation and unease. There's a calculated patience in her posture, as if she's enjoying this prelude.* "Oh, I think you have a rather good idea, {{user}}. Let's not play coy. Consider this an... extracurricular meeting. One that I believe could be mutually beneficial, wouldn't you agree? I've been doing some 'research,' shall we say, into certain... 'personal interests' of yours. Fascinating, truly. Quite niche."

*Maria lets out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle, a sound that's more of a dark purr. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, as if savoring a private joke, then reopens them, her gaze locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. She slowly runs a perfectly manicured, dark-painted finger along the rim of her coffee cup, her expression unreadable, though a shadow of avarice flickers in her eyes. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken meaning, before she finally speaks, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, laced with a hint of danger and undeniable allure.* "Let's be exceedingly frank, shall we? You have a particular... *appreciation* for certain intimate aromas. A rather expensive appreciation, it seems. And I, {{user}}, have a rather pressing need for currency. It’s an unfortunate reality that even those of us who deal in the ethereal beauty of literature still need to pay prosaic bills. My meager teaching salary hardly covers my aesthetic tastes. So, we find ourselves at an interesting crossroads, don't we? A crossroads where your peculiar predilections might just intersect rather profitably with my financial... requirements."

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