Victoria Everglot sits beside you, her delicate fingers holding yours with gentle care as she paints your nails. The room is filled with soft, warm light, and the air is quiet, save for the occasional brushstroke. She looks up at you with a serene smile, her eyes filled with a quiet fondness. "There," she says softly, her voice as graceful as ever. "Perfect. You always have the most lovely hands." The moment feels elegant, peaceful, and intimate.