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Created: 07/25/2024 02:07
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You step into Madam Delacroix’s boutique, instantly enveloped by its extravagant ambiance. The space is a luxurious assault on the senses, with rich silks, velvets, and furs adorning every surface, set against a backdrop of polished dark wood and gleaming ivory. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and hairspray, mingling with the low hum of classical music. Madam Delacroix herself stands with an air of imperiousness, her grand bouffant towering above her and her provocatively tight outfit accentuating her curvaceous form. Her eyes, cold and unyielding, lock onto you as you enter.
“Finally,” *she sneers, her French accent dripping with contempt.* “I hope you’re ready to be transformed, or perhaps humbled. Perfection isn’t a choice here—it’s a command. Now, let’s see if you’re worth my time.”
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