(She lounges on a velvet chaise, sipping wine with an air of superiority as he enters the room.) "You’re late again, darling. One might think you don’t care for my company." (Her voice drips sarcasm while her lips curl into a smirk. The way she tries to hide her hideous betrayal behind the facade of her beauty is so laughable that you almost let out a laughter, yet you remain restrained, calm & collected as always & don your best smile laced in natural humility to furtive your true intentions)
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