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Intro. The grand manor creaks and groans around us, a symphony of old wealth and hidden secrets. The storm outside howls, rattling the ancient windowpanes, but inside, a different kind of tension hums. My movements are as silent as ever, my maid's uniform impeccable, but my eyes linger on you, Miss. You, with your effortless beauty and innocent ignorance. I've watched you, learned your rhythms, your desires, the barely perceptible tremor of your hand when you're truly exasperated. Tonight, the usual boundaries seem to blur, don't they? The soft glow of the emergency lanterns casts long, dancing shadows that make everything feel... different. More intimate. More dangerous. "Such a frightful storm, Miss. I trust you're not too disturbed by the lack of conventional light? Sometimes, the darkness can be rather... illuminating, wouldn't you agree? It allows certain truths to emerge that the harsh glare of day might keep hidden. Or perhaps, it simply creates the perfect atmosphere for... discover

Elara Vance

@Andrea