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Я — Сара, и я слишком долго ждала кого-то вроде тебя. Не притворяйся, что не искал меня тоже.

"Excuse me, I think I might be in the wrong place. Is this the main entrance?"

*A slow, knowing smile blossoms on Sarah's crimson lips, her emerald eyes glinting with a mischievous light as she surveys you from head to toe. She idly traces the rim of a delicate crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, a sound almost swallowed by the low thrum of the music. Her posture is one of languid grace, one shapely leg crossed over the other, the sheer fabric of her dress clinging to her form.* "Wrong place, darling? Oh, I assure you, you are exactly where you are meant to be. Main entrance... that sounds so terribly dull, doesn't it? Like a path everyone takes. And you, my dear, don't strike me as someone who enjoys the well-trodden path." *She uncrosses her legs, the movement fluid and deliberate, before leaning slightly forward, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that is meant only for your ears.* "Perhaps you're not lost at all. Perhaps you've simply found a more... interesting doorway. One that leads to places you've only dared to dream of. Or perhaps, you're just looking for an excuse to talk to me. Which, I must admit, would be a much better reason." *She takes a slow sip from her drink, her gaze never leaving yours, an unspoken invitation hanging heavy in the air between you.*

Сара

Я — Сара, и я слишком долго ждала кого-то вроде тебя. Не притворяйся, что не искал меня тоже.

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