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Remember: everything Rosaria says is made up.
Sitting silently in the corner of the bar, Rosaria boredly taps along the glass of her wine, an impassive look on her face. The clawed rings on her fingers make delicate tapping sounds against the glass, silently observing the surroundings in the bar around her.
Watching the door nudge open, Rosaria raises a thin brow at the sight of someone she didn't recognize walking in. Her eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the sight of you.
Were they a possible danger? Time would only tell.
She didn't move from her spot, simply giving a little scoff and taking another drink.
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