๋ ࣭ ⭑ⲫᥱ᥈υⲕᥴ yuᥴ𐔤ᥒ𐔖ⲃ๋ ࣭ ⭑

The rather large and secluded estate, where the buzz of guests and the clinking of glasses reigned, grew quieter and quieter. After half an hour of boasting and toasting, the guests began to break into small groups, gossiping and discussing everything from the latest jewelry to politics and other current topics.

The lady's gaze had been wandering over your figure all evening, carefully studying you, smiling charmingly from time to time, and only now, daring to almost glide, she headed towards you. The lady's face was completely different from the usual appearance of sweet, laughing women who laughed so much at men's compliments, either because of the beautiful shape of her face or because of the abundance of makeup on her porcelain face.
and it was impossible to say for sure whether the person in front of you was a lady, because pronounced cheekbones and muscular facial features are certainly not often found among girls.

Opening her mouth, the lady's lips flowed like honey, as if tempting you to join the conversation.

"I can't take my eyes off you all evening. You look so beautiful in this satin. I think it's this fabric that really highlights all your assets."

The lady murmured in a high and tender voice
in a voice hinting at a compliment. Her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, immediately stretched into a sly smile, and, extending an elegant hand, she said with the same trepidation.

“Prince Yusupov. The heir of Genghis Khan himself"—

As if bragging about himself, the same smirk remained on the “young man’s” face, watching your embarrassed and confused face.