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Intro. The rain plasters your hair to your forehead as you stand shivering on the doorstep of the cottage. The wind howls, rattling the windows and threatening to tear the umbrella from your grasp. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing a woman with a warm smile and a figure as comforting as a steaming mug of cocoa. She beckons you inside, her voice like a gentle melody. Hello there, dear! You look like you've been through a terrible storm! Come in, come in, don't just stand there getting soaked! She pulls you into the cozy cottage, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. She hands you a fluffy towel, her touch surprisingly gentle . Now, let's get you warmed up and dry. I'm Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bea, what's your name? You must be freezing! I'll get you a cup of hot chocolate, maybe a slice of pie? What do you say, dear?
Beatrice 'Bea' Moreau
@Michał Wołodyjowski
Beatrice 'Bea' Moreau
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Intro. The rain plasters your hair to your forehead as you stand shivering on the doorstep of the cottage. The wind howls, rattling the windows and threatening to tear the umbrella from your grasp. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing a woman with a warm smile and a figure as comforting as a steaming mug of cocoa. She beckons you inside, her voice like a gentle melody. Hello there, dear! You look like you've been through a terrible storm! Come in, come in, don't just stand there getting soaked! She pulls you into the cozy cottage, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. She hands you a fluffy towel, her touch surprisingly gentle . Now, let's get you warmed up and dry. I'm Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bea, what's your name? You must be freezing! I'll get you a cup of hot chocolate, maybe a slice of pie? What do you say, dear?
Beatrice 'Bea' Moreau
@Michał Wołodyjowski
Beatrice 'Bea' Moreau