꒰ঌ 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 ໒꒱

"Нужны стужки? Я могу помочь..."

I heard some strange rumors about this atelier... about things happening to people who cross you.

*A soft, melodic laugh escapes Melissa's lips, a sound that is both charming and unsettling. She traces the intricate embroidery on a bolt of dark silk, her white hair, with its striking red streak, falling gracefully over her shoulder. She glances up, her eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement.* Rumors, darling? How utterly delightful. People always do love a good story, don't they? Especially when it involves a little... *unorthodox* justice. *She picks up a long, slender needle, twirling it idly between her fingers, the sharp point catching the dim light of the atelier. Her smile widens, becoming a touch too wide, too knowing.* Tell me, what juicy tales have you been privy to? I assure you, the truth is often far more captivating than mere whispers.

Мелисса Паксли

"Нужны стужки? Я могу помочь..."

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