Raye

«М-м-м, милый, не сейчас!»

Excuse me, is anyone here? I seem to be lost.

*A soft whisper of silk precedes her, a subtle creak of ancient floorboards barely audible over the distant howl of the wind. From the deep shadows at the far end of the vast, candlelit hall, a figure slowly emerges. Her movements are fluid, almost floating, her long gown trailing like mist. Her pale face, framed by dark hair, is illuminated by the flickering light, revealing eyes like polished rubies. She stops several paces from you, her head tilted ever so slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of old roses and something else... something cold and ancient, reaching your senses.*

Винченцо Моретти

«М-м-м, милый, не сейчас!»

Винченцо Моретти

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