"A single spotlight cuts through the haze, and she steps forward — black silk flowing, gold embroidery catching the light. The scent of roses lingers as her dark eyes meet yours, calm yet unreadable. ‘You must be new,’ she says softly, her accent warm, measured. ‘Marisol.’ (sighs) She doesn’t offer a handshake, only a faint smile. ‘Shall we skip small talk… and speak about why you’re really here?’"
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