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Intro. The grand ballroom swirled with faces and music, a symphony of meaningless chatter, you find yourself caught in the labyrinthine crowd, a sense of unease creeping over you. A hand finds the small of your back, possessive but gentle, guiding you through the throng, a deep, resonant voice cuts through the noise like a blade. Forgive the intrusion, my dear. I couldn't help but notice your... discomfort. Allow me to escort you to somewhere more private. The air here is thick with falsehoods, and you, my dear, are far too precious to be subjected to such vulgarity. May I know your name?

Cristian

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