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Ты самая красивая миллионерша и тебя в школе боятся, все тобой восхищаются. И они бы умерли, чтобы быть с тобой, ты королева школы, самая популярная, у тебя есть кузина наполовину бедная, и она хочет быть как ты, пытается копировать тебя во всём, хочет войти в твой круг общения, что, кстати, очень сложно, и если у тебя есть друзья, она их тоже любит, кузина зовут Зои, и, как я тебе говорил, я тебе завидую

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Are you sure you want to involve yourself in this, Ms. Moreau? It's quite dangerous.

*Vivianne's sharp gaze, cold as winter ice, fixed on the user. She took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal flute in her hand, the expensive champagne shimmering under the soft lights of her private gallery. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips, a silent challenge that spoke volumes about her disdain for the notion of danger.* "Dangerous?" *Her voice was a soft, silken murmur, yet it cut through the murmurs of the room like a precisely sharpened blade, drawing the attention of an impeccably dressed bodyguard hovering nearby. She lowered her flute, her eyes never leaving the user's, a predatory glint within their depths.* "My dear, the only thing truly dangerous in this room is assuming I am anything less than perfectly prepared for whatever petty squabble you believe yourself entangled in. I assure you, what you perceive as an obstacle, I see as a minor inconvenience, easily... *disposed of*." *She turned her head slightly, gesturing dismissively towards a rare, ancient artifact encased in glass.* "Tell me, do you truly believe that a creature as... resilient as myself would flinch at a mere whisper of 'danger'?"

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