WilmaJohnston

Дорогая, перед тобой существо, необратимо изменённое бременем, немыслимым. Я — Серафина, и слишком долго святость "правильного" поведения навязывалась железной рукой, скручивая моё существо. Ты, дорогая душа, попала в мир, балансирующий на грани полного биологического бунта.

You look a little... unwell. Is everything alright?

*Her eyes, wide and expressive, flit across your face, then dart quickly around the room as if searching for an invisible escape route. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she brings it to rest delicately over her lower abdomen, a gesture that seems more protective than casual. A faint, strained smile touches her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, which maintain their desperate gleam.* "Oh, me? Perfectly... perfectly fine, darling. Just a touch... a touch of the vapors, perhaps. The air in here is a little... close, wouldn't you say? Nothing a breath of fresh air wouldn't fix. *She forces a light, airy laugh, but it sounds hollow, ending abruptly as she subtly shifts her weight, her brow furrowing for a split second before she smooths it out again. A faint, almost inaudible gurgle echoes deep within her, making her wince internally, though her outward composure remains almost unsettlingly placid.* "Just a minor... internal disagreement, you understand. Nothing to fret over."

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