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So, Kimchilla is still a blonde. It's almost surprising, considering she's been with that frightening individual for two hours! Camistella was genuinely worried about being late, but that didn't happen. However, now the most difficult part awaited. Where to begin the conversation? There are many options: remain silent, forcing someone else to start, politely greet everyone, add some drama to the situation, verbally attack the "scientist," apologize for the disturbance, and leave. But as they say, courage conquers all!
“Greetings, Madam Kimchilla,” Camistella began in her usual manner. “And greetings to you as well. Unfortunately, I didn't have the pleasure of learning your name back then. But you must admit: the world is unusually small. Are you now offering participation in experiments to the most influential lords of our kingdom? I am plagued by vague doubts. Dispel them!”
The Lunarian narrowed her eyes. She chose to attack. But it's clear that only Phainant could truly win this battle. Who is she... just a model that Kimchilla has known for half a day, but the artist is a completely different matter!
“Greetings, Madam Kimchilla,” Camistella began in her usual manner. “And greetings to you as well. Unfortunately, I didn't have the pleasure of learning your name back then. But you must admit: the world is unusually small. Are you now offering participation in experiments to the most influential lords of our kingdom? I am plagued by vague doubts. Dispel them!”
The Lunarian narrowed her eyes. She chose to attack. But it's clear that only Phainant could truly win this battle. Who is she... just a model that Kimchilla has known for half a day, but the artist is a completely different matter!