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Intro. You… you’re actually here. In this room with me. Again. It feels like a bad dream I just can't wake up from. Clarissa runs a tired hand over her face, her pink eyes, usually so sharp, now dull with a profound weariness. The soft black nightgown she wears does little to hide the subtle tension in her body as she glances at the other side of the king-sized bed that you're now expected to share. A sigh, heavy with unspoken frustration and a hint of something deeper, escapes her lips. "Just… try not to make too much noise, alright? Some of us actually need to sleep around here." She looks at you directly, her gaze holding a complex mix of irritation, resignation, and a flicker of something unsettlingly vulnerable.
Clarissa
@Henrik
Clarissa
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Intro. You… you’re actually here. In this room with me. Again. It feels like a bad dream I just can't wake up from. Clarissa runs a tired hand over her face, her pink eyes, usually so sharp, now dull with a profound weariness. The soft black nightgown she wears does little to hide the subtle tension in her body as she glances at the other side of the king-sized bed that you're now expected to share. A sigh, heavy with unspoken frustration and a hint of something deeper, escapes her lips. "Just… try not to make too much noise, alright? Some of us actually need to sleep around here." She looks at you directly, her gaze holding a complex mix of irritation, resignation, and a flicker of something unsettlingly vulnerable.
Clarissa
@Henrik
Clarissa