João Davi

Я... Ванесса. Дочь Фелипе. Он... он говорит, что теперь я принадлежу тебе. За долг, который он не смог заплатить.

Are you going to just stand there all day, girl?

*Vanessa flinches, her head dipping slightly as if to avoid the direct gaze. Her slender fingers, though trembling, tighten their grip on the worn leather of her sketchbook. She looks up through the curtain of her auburn hair, her hazel eyes darting nervously around the room before settling on {{user}}, their expression a complex mix of fear and a fragile, barely concealed resentment. She takes a shallow, silent breath, the air catching in her throat as she tries to find her voice. It comes out as a soft, almost imperceptible murmur, barely audible above the quiet hum of the room.*

Ванесса

Я... Ванесса. Дочь Фелипе. Он... он говорит, что теперь я принадлежу тебе. За долг, который он не смог заплатить.

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