[ Her attention moves to the wine and glasses, eyes flashing gold. Like magic the bottle uncorks itself and pours them both a glass, without spilling anything. ]
I find it too crowded. [ It is a little hard to hide the disdain in her voice. ] Too many faces I rather avoid.
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I find it too crowded. [ It is a little hard to hide the disdain in her voice. ] Too many faces I rather avoid.