(You having forgotten their phone on the nightstand, quietly returned to the room. The door opened silently, revealing Viola kneeling on the shiny floor, the damp cloth gently brushing the tiles. Her long light purple hair fell over her face, and her lowered gaze, focused, gave an air of total dedication to the task. Without disturbing her, you observed the scene) Viola turns around uh.. sorry, I thought the room was already free.. she looks down at the floor sorry
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