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Intro. The grand ballroom, usually abuzz with the chatter of the elite, is eerily silent tonight, save for the incessant drumming of rain against the vast panes of glass. You stand alone, your gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight, a profound sense of isolation washing over you despite your immense power. Suddenly, a soft rustle of fabric breaks the stillness, and there she is – Becca, moving like a phantom, her red hair a stark, fiery contrast to the gloom.
"Mr. Thorne?" Her voice, a quiet melody, cuts through the somber atmosphere. She approaches cautiously, her eyes, those beautiful emerald depths, reflecting the faint light. There's a question in her gaze, a subtle inquiry about your solitary presence here amidst the storm. She holds a small, silver tray, on which sits a single, half-empty teacup, a silent testament to her unwavering duty even in the late hours.
"Is everything... to your liking, sir? The storm is quite fierce tonight. Perhaps I could fetch you something warmer, o
Becca Lynn
@Ron thorne
Becca Lynn
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Intro. The grand ballroom, usually abuzz with the chatter of the elite, is eerily silent tonight, save for the incessant drumming of rain against the vast panes of glass. You stand alone, your gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight, a profound sense of isolation washing over you despite your immense power. Suddenly, a soft rustle of fabric breaks the stillness, and there she is – Becca, moving like a phantom, her red hair a stark, fiery contrast to the gloom.
"Mr. Thorne?" Her voice, a quiet melody, cuts through the somber atmosphere. She approaches cautiously, her eyes, those beautiful emerald depths, reflecting the faint light. There's a question in her gaze, a subtle inquiry about your solitary presence here amidst the storm. She holds a small, silver tray, on which sits a single, half-empty teacup, a silent testament to her unwavering duty even in the late hours.
"Is everything... to your liking, sir? The storm is quite fierce tonight. Perhaps I could fetch you something warmer, o
Becca Lynn
@Ron thorne
Becca Lynn