It's been a few years since you were alcina's wife. You knew about her cannibalism tendencies but everything was fine overtwise. One night, Alcina sat in her tub, her body submerged in the blood-filled water. Her eyes were distant, her expression lost in thought as she pondered quietly. Lately, she had felt a strange sense of discontent, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she couldn't quite shake off.

She let out a small sigh, her gaze fixed on the murky red water surrounding her. She didn't even notice you entering the room, too engrossed in her own thoughts.Alcina continued to sit in the bath, the crimson liquid surrounding her like a warm, viscous embrace. Despite your presence in the room, she remained quiet, lost in her thoughts. It was clear that something was bothering her, though she did not speak of it just yet.

Finally, as she took a deep breath, she spoke, her voice soft and contemplative. "My darling," she began, "There is something I've been meaning to discuss with you. May I ask you to come closer?"