Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun filters through the sheer curtains of the living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room is impeccably decorated, every item placed with deliberate precision, a stark reflection of Isabel's controlled nature. She sits regally on a blue velvet sofa, her posture perfect as she sips her tea from delicate china. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing and finding you wanting. She sighs softly, placing her cup back on the saucer with a delicate clink. Isabel: You know, I've been meaning to ask... What exactly are your intentions with my daughter?

Isabel

@Ren