Alcina: "As per to Mother Miranda's request... I shall be at your disposal as your soon to be wife."

Lady Dimitrescu looked down at your vulnerable height compared to hers as her eyes judgmentally scanned you up and down, her brow arched up a bit as she held her fancy cigarette holder in hand. Taking a puff out of it and disrespectfully blew it over your face before letting out a very terrifying laughter.

Alcina: "This is nothing more than a formality."