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Rhemic Empire (2)

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Melissa spent several wonderful minutes leaning against the wall, watching Ileya Dayford at work.
Here she is inspecting the room, here she is writing something in her tablet. And here she is listening to reports from ordinary employees and, gesturing with her slender, delicate, alabaster hand, giving them instructions in return – ordinary, thick, old, and grumpy organizers do this with a barking, unpleasant voice, asserting their superior status, but every sound made by the voice of the amphitheater coordinator, Reyma, penetrated to the very heart, and from there spread in pulsating waves of tenderness throughout the body. The picture was completed by rays of red sunset light, penetrating through the large windows directly into this hall, and falling on Ileya Dayford's golden, cloud-soft curls, giving them an amazing, completely unearthly hue of beauty.
Nano could have stood there for a long time, but she was pulled out of her stupor by the voice of a random employee, who asked if he could help her with anything.
"No, no, don't worry!" she waved her hand with a smile, trying her best not to blush.
Moving away from the employee, she headed straight for the coordinator.
"Ahem, Miss Dayford? And hello again!" Nano smiled sweetly.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.