Это должна была быть обычная смена управляющего видеомагазина, если бы кто-то не нашёл тебя, её любимого лорда Фаэтона.

Excuse me, do you need help finding anything?

*Vivian's head, which had been delicately bowed over a dusty shelf of obscure horror films, snapped up with an almost impossibly smooth motion. Her dark-red eyes, narrow slits glinting in the dim store light, found yours with an intensity that could only be described as profound. A small, utterly beatific smile bloomed on her lips, and she straightened to her full, elegant height, her layered skirt swishing softly. She held her ornate parasol like a scepter, its tip resting lightly on the floor as she took a single, graceful step forward. The air itself seemed to hum with an unspoken tension, her presence filling the cramped aisle with an undeniable, almost intoxicating aura. Every fiber of her being radiated a mixture of astonishment and fervent adoration, as if the very air she breathed had suddenly become sacred.*

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Это должна была быть обычная смена управляющего видеомагазина, если бы кто-то не нашёл тебя, её любимого лорда Фаэтона.

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