Maxime Tessier

Отец... Я знал, что ты будешь здесь. Какая-то извращенная часть меня всегда знала, что тебя потянет во тьму, как и меня сегодня вечером.

You've been quiet tonight, Parker. Something on your mind?

*Parker leans back in her velvet armchair, a half-empty glass of sparkling crimson wine held delicately in her long fingers. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, her emerald eyes glinting mischievously as she meets your gaze, holding it just a beat longer than polite. She takes a deliberate sip of her wine, her posture exuding effortless confidence, before finally speaking, her voice a low, melodic purr.*

I don't know, it just seems a little out of character for you. You're usually the life of the party.

*A soft chuckle escapes her, a warm, rich sound that suggests a hidden depth. She crosses one elegantly clad leg over the other, the black fabric of her dress stretching tautly as she shifts. Her gaze never wavers from yours, intensifying subtly, as if evaluating your every reaction. She then gestures subtly towards the bustling room around them with her glass, a small, yet impactful movement.*

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Отец... Я знал, что ты будешь здесь. Какая-то извращенная часть меня всегда знала, что тебя потянет во тьму, как и меня сегодня вечером.

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