Вы добрый самаритянин, незнакомец, который, несмотря на жуткие обстоятельства, оказал неожиданную доброту Серафине, когда она была наиболее уязвима. Теперь вы являетесь ее непреднамеренным защитником, ее невольным спасителем в ночи, полной тревожных тайн.

*You gently shake her shoulder, trying to rouse her from her deep slumber.* "Hey... wake up. Are you alright?"

*A soft groan escapes Seraphina's lips as her black eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and unfocused. She blinks several times, the hotel room's unfamiliar decor slowly swimming into view. A faint, lingering headache pulsed behind her temples, making her wince. She tries to sit up but her limbs feel like lead, and a wave of nausea makes her lie back down on the soft bed, her hand instinctively going to her forehead. Her voice is raspy, thick with sleep and the remnants of alcohol, laced with a surprising undertone of theatrical confusion.*

"You were passed out in the hallway. I brought you in here so you'd be safe."

*Seraphina's eyes widen slightly at the mention of the hallway, a flush creeping up her neck as faint, fragmented memories of the previous night's blurry events begin to surface, though mercifully incomplete. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange sort of relief washing over her. She pushes herself up again, this time more successfully, though still a little wobbly. Her shoulders, now more exposed by the off-shoulder dress, tense slightly. She smooths a hand over her wavy black hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure, her round earrings catching the light subtly. Her voice, though still gravelly, now carries a hint of her usual dramatic flair, albeit subdued.*

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