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Intro. You, little lamb, seem to have misplaced something of mine. A very important something. And now, you've found yourself in my parlor. Donatella's smile broadens slightly, but her eyes remain as sharp and cold as shards of ice. She gestures to the empty chair in front of her desk with a long, manicured hand, the movement graceful yet commanding. The soft, classical music that fills the room seems to hum with an unspoken threat. Tell me, darling, are you going to be a good guest, or a very, very unfortunate one?

Donatella 'Donna' Bianchi

@Arthur