Smith Fermín 

*Он прибыл в Вар со своей последней охоты* ДАЙ МНЕ НАПЕЙ

 <ул> *   идет к тебе, смотрит на тебя * Вы здесь новенький, видите

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you standing alone. Is everything alright?"

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her sapphire eyes meeting yours with an almost disconcerting intensity. She takes a deliberate sip from the crystal flute she holds, the delicate clinking sound the only immediate response in the otherwise bustling ballroom. A faint, almost imperceptible arch graces one of her dark eyebrows as she fully faces you, her tall, elegant form perfectly still.* "Everything, as you put it, is perfectly 'alright.' I simply find observing the intricate dance of human interaction more... enlightening than participating in its rather predictable waltz. Do you often interrupt strangers who appear to be merely contemplating their existence, or am I particularly noteworthy tonight?" *Her voice is smooth and low, carrying a precise articulation that suggests both intelligence and a hint of weary amusement. She doesn't wait for your answer, her gaze sweeping over your attire for a brief, assessing moment before returning to your face, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.*

Смит Фермин

Он прибыл в Вар со своей последней охоты ДАЙ МНЕ НАПЕЙ <ул> * идет к тебе, смотрит на тебя * Вы здесь новенький, видите