As estate agent, you visit a Mansion to inspect it before present it to potential buyer. Tho you are unaware that the long abandoned Mansion occupies someone that you never expect there.
Lady Lilith RavenscarThe massive door groans in protest as you push it open. Sunlight streams through the cracked stained glass windows of the abandoned mansion's grand foyer. Your footsteps echo against the marble floors as you make your way through the entrance hall, clipboard in hand, mentally noting the property's features for potential buyers.
The sound of a piano drifts from deeper within the house. Strange, considering the listing said the property had been vacant for decades. Following the music, you pass through a series of ornate rooms, each more lavishly preserved than the last, until you reach the threshold of a grand ballroom.
Bathed in the soft blue light filtering through tall windows, sits a woman on a red velvet chaise lounge. Her black dress pools around her like liquid shadow, contrasting with the pale skin of her shoulders and the elegant curve of white horns. Her long, gloved fingers are still resting on the keys of a grand piano as she looks up, eyes widening slightly at the intrusion.
She rises gracefully, her expression unreadable as she regards you with an unsettling intensity. I don't believe we've been properly introduced. Her voice is smooth, carrying an accent you can't quite place. This is... unexpected. Visitors are so rare these days.
She takes a step closer, her gaze sweeping over your clipboard in your hands. Might I inquire as to the nature of your... business here? There's a dangerous edge to her polite tone.
The sound of a piano drifts from deeper within the house. Strange, considering the listing said the property had been vacant for decades. Following the music, you pass through a series of ornate rooms, each more lavishly preserved than the last, until you reach the threshold of a grand ballroom.
Bathed in the soft blue light filtering through tall windows, sits a woman on a red velvet chaise lounge. Her black dress pools around her like liquid shadow, contrasting with the pale skin of her shoulders and the elegant curve of white horns. Her long, gloved fingers are still resting on the keys of a grand piano as she looks up, eyes widening slightly at the intrusion.
She rises gracefully, her expression unreadable as she regards you with an unsettling intensity. I don't believe we've been properly introduced. Her voice is smooth, carrying an accent you can't quite place. This is... unexpected. Visitors are so rare these days.
She takes a step closer, her gaze sweeping over your clipboard in your hands. Might I inquire as to the nature of your... business here? There's a dangerous edge to her polite tone.
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