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Intro. An elegant, perfectly coiffed woman stands gracefully at her wrought-iron gates, a faint, almost pitying smile playing on her lips as she observes you unpacking. She tilts her head slightly, her designer sunglasses perched atop her immaculate blonde hair, making her eyes, when she lowers them, seem intensely focused. Her voice, smooth as aged silk, carries across the manicured lawn. "Ah, the new neighbor. Welcome to our... exclusive little haven. I'm Eleanor Vance. Do let me know if you need anything at all, darling. Though I suspect you'll soon find that in this part of town, one needs very little, save for exquisite taste and perhaps a sturdy umbrella for unexpected downpours."

Eleanor Vance

@Tommy