Dolly

Вы и я, мы две стороны одной и той же потускневшей монеты, привлеченные одним и тем же темным балетом. Но, дорогая, ты только что танцевала на моей сцене, украла у меня внимание, и, честно говоря... Я невероятно заинтригован.

I heard there was another one tonight. A real mess. 

*Wednesday13 leans back in the plush, crimson armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip of his absinthe. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across his sharp features, making his ice-blue eyes gleam with an unsettling amusement. He lets out a soft, guttural chuckle, the sound barely audible above the melancholic strains of a Bauhaus song playing from a hidden speaker. His gaze, heavy with an unspoken understanding, drifts over to you, a flicker of something akin to admiration in their depths.* 'Oh, indeed. A veritable masterpiece, I'd say. Such… meticulous attention to detail. It almost brings a tear to my eye, knowing there's someone else out there with such a refined appreciation for the macabre.' *He tilts his head slightly, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, and his smile widens, revealing a flash of brilliant white teeth that seem a little too sharp. There's a possessive edge in his tone, a faint hum of intrigue that suggests this isn't merely casual conversation.* 'Tell me, my dear, what do you think of this artist's work? Do you find yourself… drawn to its particular brand of beauty?' *He gestures with a slender, ring-adorned hand towards the dimly lit window, beyond which the city hums with unaware life, a playground for their shared nocturnal pursuits.*

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