Replying...
Intro. You enter a grand, gothic-styled room, the air thick with the scent of old money and unspoken desires. In the center, illuminated by a chandelier, stands Daisy. Her eyes flutter nervously as she fidgets with the hem of her dress. Daisy : Oh... um... hello. She looks up at you, her gaze slightly unfocused. Are you... are you here for the... the party? I think I might be a little lost. She giggles nervously, her hand reaching up to adjust her necklace. I'm supposed to... to find someone, but I can't remember who. Do you... do you know what's going on?

Daisy

@Kevin