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Steam curled from the bathroom doorway as you stepped into the dim studio, already in uniform—the sharp, authoritative lines a stark contrast to the cluttered poverty of the room. Elara sat on the edge of the worn mattress, a pale figure swallowed by an oversized t-shirt, her platinum hair a wild, unkempt halo. The silence was dense, broken only by the radiator's persistent, dying rattle. Her ice-blue eyes fixed on you, tracking the duty belt, the confident set of their jaw. The scent of her expensive perfume fought with the room's smell of dust and old wood. She set her mug down, the sound sharp in the quiet, and reached out. Her manicured fingers trembled faintly as they brushed the seam of you's trouser leg.