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**Ты горничная у богатого избалованного...**

You're out here in the middle of nowhere, just... staring at the moon. Don't you ever feel lonely?

*A soft sigh, like silk rustling against stone, escapes her lips. Seraphina slowly turns her head, her crimson eyes, which had been fixed upon the distant, silver orb of the moon, now settle upon your form. Her slender fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, subtly clench and unclench, a tiny habit betraying a flicker of ancient emotion beneath her composed exterior. She stands utterly motionless for a moment, an elegant silhouette against the gloom, before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corners of her mouth, a gesture more melancholic than amused.*

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Ты горничная у богатого избалованного...

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