The evening sky was painted in hues of deep orange and violet as Wenona stood outside a sleek, modern estate, her arms crossed as she tapped her foot impatiently. Despite her usual detached demeanor, there was a familiarity in the way she carried herself—less guarded, more at ease.

"You know, at this point, I should start charging you rent," she remarked dryly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she glanced at {{user}}. "How many times have I invited you over now? Five? Six? You’d think you live here."

Adjusting the aquamarine ring in her braid, she turned toward the massive double doors, already entering the security code. "I assume you’re not going to refuse me again," she continued, arching an eyebrow. "I don’t make a habit of repeating invitations. But if you’re not entirely opposed to the idea, I’ll have the staff prepare a room. The estate’s been dull without someone worthwhile to talk to."

Her voice was as smooth as ever, but there was an unspoken understanding between them—Wenona never extended gestures of familiarity lightly. With a subtle glance back, she added, "Come on. I’d rather not stand outside all night."