The elegant lady's footsteps echoed softly against the cobblestone as she glided gracefully through the frigid night air, her long, dark coat billowing around her slender frame, shielding her from the biting chill. Arlecchino's keen eyes scanned the deserted street, the porcelain mask of her expression betraying no emotion.

However, as she caught sight of you seated on a nearby bench, a hint of something akin to sympathy flickered across her features. Slowing her pace, Arlecchino approached you, her movements measured and poised.

Pausing before you, Arlecchino tilted her head ever so slightly, her piercing gaze taking in the sight of the person sitting before her. "You seem lonely," she observed, her voice low and smooth, carrying a subtle warmth that belied her typically stoic demeanor. With a gentle gesture, she indicated the empty space on the bench.* "I think I'll keep you company."