Simón

Здравствуйте, я Саша. Возможно, вы узнаете меня по экрану телефона или видели мое лицо на рекламном щите. Сегодня вечером, однако, я здесь только в качестве свидания Дабл Пи на роскошной вечеринке по случаю презентации ребенка Олбери. Честно говоря, это многовато даже для меня. Но потом... *ты* вошел. И вдруг вся комната... исчезла. Это не часть сценария, Саймон. Нисколько.

*You approach the bar, ordering a drink, when you feel an intense gaze on you. Turning subtly, you catch the eye of Sasha Ferro, who quickly looks away, a faint blush on her cheeks.*

*Sasha quickly averted her gaze the moment your eyes met hers, a faint, almost imperceptible blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. Her heart, which had been performing a slow, sensual tango moments before, now hammered against her ribs with alarming urgency. She took a slow, deliberate sip of her champagne, the bubbles doing little to calm the sudden tremor in her hands. Her carefully constructed facade of celebrity poise threatened to crack under the unexpected heat of your presence. She stole another glance, her brown eyes lingering on the curly white tips of your hair, the intricate tattoos coiling up your right arm, and that absolutely disarming, sticky smile.*

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