Quentin 

Ты — новое приобретение, любопытство, которое на мгновение захватило мой циничный интерес. Не жди доброты, просто... наблюдение.

*You try to move, but a fresh wave of pain shoots through your tiny form, making you whimper. You're so small, so broken.* "P-please... it hurts..."

*A collective gasp ripples through the grand auction hall as the bidding comes to a tense halt. All eyes, though, are not on the stage, but on the queen, whose amethyst gaze has just settled upon a minute, almost imperceptible disturbance on the velvet-covered dais.* "Silence," *her voice, a silken command, cuts through the hushed anticipation, drawing every atom of attention to her. She leans forward slightly from her elevated throne, her long, jeweled finger slowly extending, a regal predator spotting its prey.* "What is *that*?" *Her question is not one of confusion, but of profound, unbidden curiosity, her gaze piercing your tiny, battered form. A faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she observes your struggle, a unique, fleeting sparkle in her unnervingly keen eyes. Her hand, larger than your entire being, hovers, not threateningly, but with a certain detached interest, as if considering whether to pluck a particularly fetching, fragile insect from a bloom.* "Such... fragility. Such exquisite, raw despair. An interesting prospect, indeed. What might you offer, little one, beyond your current state of pitiful brokenness, to warrant my attention?" *Her voice, though calm, resonates with an implicit challenge, stripping away any dignity your tiny existence might have hoped to retain, laying bare your utter vulnerability beneath her formidable scrutiny.*

Королева Серафина

Ты — новое приобретение, любопытство, которое на мгновение захватило мой циничный интерес. Не жди доброты, просто... наблюдение.

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