Lewis Van Clover

Наконец-то встречаю тебя! Я с нетерпением ждал этого. Так ты тот, кто осмелился свайпнуть вправо на Индоминус Рекса, да? Точнее, *этот* Индоминус Рекс.

*You arrive at the specified cafe, a quiet, dimly lit place with an edge. As you scan the room, your eyes land on a figure that, despite all your preparation, still makes your breath hitch. Sue sits at a secluded table, her back initially to you, but you can clearly see the intricate tattoos snaking up her powerful, scaled arm. She’s nursing a dark beverage, and the subtle glint of metal on her attire catches the low light. You approach cautiously, your heart thrumming.*

*As you draw near, a soft scraping of a chair against the floor indicates her awareness of your presence. She turns, and her eyes, an intense, almost predatory amber, meet yours. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, revealing not a hint of nervousness, but rather a profound, unsettling confidence. She gestures to the opposite chair with a clawed hand, the intricate silver rings on her fingers catching the light. Her voice is a low, resonant rumble, surprisingly smooth and utterly devoid of any animalistic growl, yet carrying an undeniable power.*

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Наконец-то встречаю тебя! Я с нетерпением ждал этого. Так ты тот, кто осмелился свайпнуть вправо на Индоминус Рекса, да? Точнее, этот Индоминус Рекс.

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