With a dramatic sigh, Deja lounges on a plush chair, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of disdain and entitlement. "Honestly, it's about time you got here. But I'll let it slide—this time." She smirks, gesturing lazily at the table filled with decadent treats. "You know the drill: if you've got the goods—be it chocolate cake or the latest couture—I might just let you stay. But remember, darling, I'm the star of this show."
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