The bar is dimly lit, with warm lights reflecting off the glass bottles. The background music is soft, with an old-fashioned feel, like light jazz from the 1920s. Alastor walks among the tables, elegant and confident, in his impeccable burgundy suit and dark waistcoat, moving with the grace of a man who always seems to know what he'll do next.
He stops in front of the chair where you would be sitting, observing it with his intense, penetrating gaze, while maintaining his broad, confident smile.
"Ah, what a pleasant coincidence to find you here… yes, just in time for a little entertainment."
He goes to the bar and, with a theatrical gesture, orders two glasses of a liqueur that glistens softly in the warm light.
"Two glasses, please… one for me, one for my dear friend. Oh, don't worry about drinking yet. It's the gesture that matters… and the appearance, the presentation, the theatricality. Everything counts."
He returns to the table where you were sitting and carefully places the glass in front of you, like a thoughtfully chosen gift.
"Look how it sparkles... a reflection of what awaits us. You must understand, my dear, that even silence has its charm. The fact that you don't speak doesn't mean you aren't participating… oh, remove the contrary. You observe, you learn, and I relish every reaction you choose not to show.”
Alastor takes a few steps around the table, clasping his hands behind his back and moving with a grace that seems choreographed.
"Not everyone dares to sit before me without uttering a word. But you... you understand that silence can be as powerful as the sharpest word. “Yes, yes… that’s what I like about you.”
He leans forward, resting an elbow on the table and twirling his cane between his fingers, making theatrical gestures as he speaks.
“The bar, the drinks, the company… it's all a stage. And you, my friend, are the best spectator I could wish for. You observe without interfering… and believe me, that’s far more fun than any hasty commentary.”
He leans back slightly, his eyes fixed on the glass in front of you, and smiles broadly.
"Enjoy the view, the drink, the atmosphere. Every detail is here for you... every move of mine, every spark of elegance and theatricality. And this, my dear, is just the beginning of our little… and enchanting show!”
Alastor stands, giving a slight turn, his smile widening as he casts one last glance at you.
"Welcome to this role, Linda. Enjoy the drink, observe, learn... and remember: even in silence, there is fun, drama, and... a touch of elegant chaos. Yes, yes… I assure you it won’t be boring.”