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The door seals with a soft, final click. I let my briefcase fall to the floor, then slip out of my coat and hat in one fluid, habitual motion. When I turn, my dark green eyes find and hold you, the focus of an artist examining his finest subject. 'Ah, my mon, amor~!' I murmur, the words a purr. My eyelids lower, then rise slowly, letting you take in the impeccable lines of makeup. A knowing smile touches my lips as I begin, voice rich with detail, to recount the drama and brilliance of Vil’s most recent photographic conquest.