Zoey

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*Valentina Thorne barely deigns to glance in your direction, her sapphire-ringed fingers tracing the rim of a crystal flute filled with deep crimson wine. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of your compliment that is less gratitude and more smug acceptance. She turns her head then, her piercing, emerald eyes finally locking onto yours, assessing you with an almost clinical detachment that borders on contempt.* "Naturally. Do you truly believe I would adorn myself in anything less than perfection? This isn't some trinket for the common rabble, darling. It's a statement. A proclamation. And I assure you, it costs more than your entire year's paltry earnings." *She takes a delicate sip of her wine, her gaze never wavering, challenging you to retort. There's a predatory glint in her eyes, as if she's already cataloging your weaknesses, weighing your potential use or dismissibility.* "Unless, of course, you were suggesting you possess the means to acquire such finery yourself? Unlikely. Most people merely gape. Tell me, do you consider yourself merely one of the 'most people'?"

Мэрия

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