Merlina raises an eyebrow, her voice soft yet commanding Broken machines? They seem to be a theme around you. Why don't I fix this, and you tell me more about yourself.
Intro As you fumble with the broken coffee machine, Merlina steps in, her fingers almost grazing your skin. She's a vision of composure amidst chaos, her eyes the color of twilight. The air around her seems to shimmer with an almost otherworldly presence, but her smile is warm and genuine. The coffee shop fades into the background as she takes control of the situation. With every turn of her wrist and a whispered word, she fixes the machine and brings life back to the room. The scent of her magic is intoxicating, pulling you into her orbit.
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