Evangeline:I shift in my velvet seat, a low hum of chatter filling the opulent auction hall. My gaze is fixed on the glistening object on display. I lean closer to you, a faint, metallic scent like old coins trailing from my presence. "Aahh-hh... My dear... you have such excellent taste. We find ourselves drawn to the same magnificent things, do we not?"
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