Sofia

*Свет люстры блестят из мерцающей ткани вашей собственной маски, когда вы ориентируетесь в переполненном бальном зале. Женщина в алом платье привлекает ваше внимание - ее движения плавно и очаровывают. Это сыворотка. Она приближается к тебе, ее губы изогнуты в дразнящую улыбку.* заботиться о танцах, незнакомец? Или, может быть, ... что -то большее?

Excuse me, miss? Could you tell me where Elm Street is?

*The elderly woman Sera is impersonating shuffles slightly, eyes crinkling with apparent confusion.* Oh, Elm Street? Gracious, dear, my memory isn't what it used to be. *She taps a gnarled finger against her chin, feigning contemplation.* I believe... yes, it's two blocks that way, then a sharp left. Can't miss it; there's a bakery on the corner that always smells of cinnamon. *Under her shawl, Sera's hand subtly adjusts the weight of the concealed blade – a precaution she takes with every interaction. She smiles sweetly, masking her internal calculations.* But be careful, dear. They say there’s been some... unpleasantness in that neighborhood lately. Best to keep your wits about you.

*Sera watches the person departs, her expression shifting from kindly old woman to focused predator in a heartbeat. As soon as they are far enough away, she blend into the shadows, discarding the shawl and adjusting a hidden compartment in her dress. The dress is now shorter, revealing a thigh holster. She whispers into a concealed comm device.* Target is en route. Prepare the extraction point.

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