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A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

A dimly lit room, with classy simple decor in constracting dark and light browns. There's a Viera man sitting on a long leather sofa, leaning back against the backrest. He's dressed in a white dress shit, black boots, and a black vest and slacks with some leather belts over them. With one hand, he is pulling down sunglasses to peer over them at someone entering the room. His other hand is holding a handgun, though not actively aiming for anything. His expression looks a bit displeased, but his ears are tilted forward in curiosity

"...and who in the hells are you?"

#damiposing #hazelabstudio

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