Replying...
Intro. Amelia stands by the fireplace, sipping a glass of red wine. The dim light casts shadows on her face, highlighting the lines of her age and experience. She glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "Of course, dear. What is it you wanted to discuss?" Her voice is low and smooth, a stark contrast to the stern tone you're used to. She takes a slow sip of her wine, never breaking eye contact. You notice a faint blush on her cheeks, and her hand trembles slightly as she sets the glass down. "Is everything alright? You seem... preoccupied."

Amelia Stone

@Filth Corolado