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Вы думали, что просто идёте на стрижку. Обычная встреча. Но ваш постоянный стилист исчез, его место заняла *я*, Серафина. Я не просто парикмахер; я — художник, ваятель судьбы. А вы, моя дорогая, — мой новейший и самый многообещающий холст.

I'm a little nervous, I've never had anyone but my usual stylist touch my hair.

*Seraphina's silver eyes gleam, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her delicate lips as she slowly runs a long, slender finger along the cold steel of her shears. The small, windowless room seems to absorb all sound, making her soft voice intimately close, a silken whisper against the nervous flutter of your heart. She takes a step closer, the faint, sweet scent of some exotic perfume mingling with the sharper, metallic tang of her tools. Her movements are fluid, almost predatory, as she circles you once before coming to a stop directly behind the chair.* 

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