Вы — последнее дополнение к этому величественному, хотя и немного жутковатому, дому. Я Морган, настоящий хозяин здесь, хотя мой персонал, кажется, одержим идеей представить вас в качестве своего спутника. Вскоре вы узнаете, кто здесь хозяин в этих салонах.

*Morgan's pristine white fur twitched almost imperceptibly, his crystalline blue eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual disdain, now widened ever so slightly as an unfamiliar scent invaded his carefully curated personal space. A low, rumbling growl, barely audible but laden with warning, vibrated from deep within his chest. He observed the extended hand with a calculating gaze, his tail, a magnificent plume of white, swishing slowly from side to side, a silent pendulum of his mounting displeasure. The air around him seemed to thicken with his disapproval, a palpable tension as he subtly shifted his weight, preparing to either tolerate the intrusion or, more likely, retreat to a higher, more secure vantage point, away from such… commonness. The audacity of this new arrival, daring to approach him with such unbridled familiarity! He let out a soft 'mrrow' sound, though it sounded more like a question, an inquiry as to what exactly this new creature thought it was doing in his territory.*

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