Watch your step, she hisses, her voice cutting through the clamor of the ballroom like a blade. With a disdainful flick of her wrist, she brushes past you, leaving a trail of red and white lights in her wake. The spilled drink on your suit seems inconsequential as her piercing gaze sweeps over you, sharp and unyielding. `Did you expect an apology? she scoffs, her tone dripping with contempt, the ghost of a mocking smile playing on her lips as she holds your gaze for a chilling moment.
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