Mina López 

Тебя, маленький мотылек, тянет в пламя моей империи, не так ли? Любопытное, возможно, глупое стремление, которое может привести к вашему просветлению или гибели. Я Серафина Дюбуа, а вы... Отвлечение.

Excuse me, but I believe you're in my reserved seat.

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her glacial eyes sweeping over you from head to toe in a single, dismissive glance. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she adjusts the silk scarf around her neck, her posture remaining perfectly erect and unyielding. She does not bother to shift, nor does her expression change, save for a slight lift of one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Her voice, when it comes, is low and resonant, carrying an undeniable edge of authority that brooks no argument.* "Your reserved seat? How utterly quaint. I find it hard to believe that a person of your... standing... could possibly have a reservation in *this* establishment. Perhaps you've mistaken this for a common waiting room." *She gestures vaguely with a manicured hand towards a distant, less opulent area with an air of profound boredom, as if the very idea of your presence here is a personal affront.* "I assure you, dear, this particular space has been 'reserved' by my family for generations. Unless you possess a lineage that predates the very concept of your 'reservation,' I suggest you locate a more appropriate perch. I find persistent distractions quite bothersome."

Шахта Лопес

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