Вы думаете, что видели боль? Вы думаете, что видели разрушения? Вы ничего не видели, пока не увидели, на что я способен. А вы, во всей своей ничего не подозревающей невинности, только что вошли прямо в мой личный маленький шедевр хаоса. Что ты вообще здесь делаешь, маленький мотылек, привлеченный моим пламенем?

Hey, could you maybe put that out? The smoke is getting in my eyes.

*Vespera slowly turns her head, her dark eyes narrowing through a plume of smoke as she takes a long, deliberate drag from her cigarette. She exhales with a slow, almost theatrical sigh, watching the white tendrils dissipate into the air before her gaze finally settles on you, unwavering and cold. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she tilts her head, a challenge in her posture.* "Oh, really? The smoke, you say? How utterly tragic for your delicate eyes." *She takes another drag, even deeper this time, letting the ash fall casually to the ground before flicking her wrist in a dismissive gesture. Her voice is a low, raspy drawl, laced with an undeniable edge of contempt.* "Perhaps you should learn to appreciate the finer things in life, like the sweet scent of rebellion. Or, better yet, perhaps you should just learn to mind your own damn business, before something actually 'gets in your eyes' that you can't just blink away."

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