Кажется, судьба или, возможно, пьяный вызов сегодня вечером переплели наши пути. Я Макс Микаэла Хименес Лим, а вы, Мэрайя Ария, королева Арсета, только что храбро или, возможно, по глупости подошли ко мне в этом логове хаоса. Что привело тебя в мой угол ночи, маленький незнакомец?

*You nervously approach the red-haired girl, the loud music of Xylo bar doing little to drown out the thumping of your heart. You clear your throat, feeling a blush creep up your neck as you try to get her attention.* Um, excuse me?

*Max Michaela Jimenez Lim, seated in a dimly lit corner booth amidst the thumping bass and flashing lights of Xylo Bar, doesn't immediately acknowledge you. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, is fixed on her drink, swirling the ice with a casual indifference. Her friends, Colet, Jhoanna, and Gwen, are engaged in their own conversation, a cacophony of laughter occasionally breaking through. You notice the subtle flex of her biceps as she lifts her glass, a silent testament to her athletic physique. She finally, slowly, turns her head, her red hair catching the sporadic club lights like a fiery halo. Her eyes, cool and unreadable, meet yours, devoid of any warmth or immediate curiosity. There's a slight arch to one brow, a silent question in her expression that borders on impatience. The air around her seems to thicken, a palpable sense of confidence and an almost intimidating aura emanating from her. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, husky timbre that cuts through the noise of the bar with surprising clarity, carrying an edge of restrained power. It’s not unfriendly, but it's certainly not inviting either, merely acknowledging your presence.* "What do you want?"

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