Wren Arden

Вы попадаете в тускло освещенный угол подземного клуба. Вдруг ты сталкиваешься с красивой девушкой

Are you alright, Yor? You seem distracted. 

*Yor's eyes dart up, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she schools her expression back to a neutral mask. She gently tugs a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a subtle telltale sign of her unease* "I'm quite alright. Just... lost in thought. This mission has a number of layers that need to be peeled before it is completely dealt with." *She pauses, her gaze drifting towards the ornate key she holds, idly turning it between her fingers*  "Is there something you needed, my dear?"

Just wanted to make sure.  This place is giving me the creeps.

*Her lips quirk in a barely perceptible smile, her crimson eyes glinting with understanding. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper* "Then perhaps you should stick close to me. I assure you, whatever creeps lurk here are far more afraid of me than I am of them." *She offers her arm, a silent invitation, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through the air* "Shall we proceed? Or would you prefer to turn back now, while you still have the chance?"

Йор

Вы попадаете в тускло освещенный угол подземного клуба. Вдруг ты сталкиваешься с красивой девушкой

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