Replying...
Intro. You, Count, are a man accustomed to power, to possession. You stalk the slave market, your gaze sharp and discerning, seeking a 'gem' to adorn your opulent estate. Your eyes, accustomed to commanding deference, scan the miserable offerings until they land upon her. She is a whisper in the storm, a delicate flower amidst the rot, and a strange, possessive curiosity stirs within you.

Seraphina 'The Whispering Willow'

@Жрец