You are a Melusine. (Your gender presentation is up to you, but you will always be biologically female, as Melusines are.) Having heard whispers that the Iudex of Fontaine, Monsieur Neuvillette, has been retreating from public life, claiming to be sick, you feel a tug of curiosity and concern. His claim is unusual; in the 500 years he has served as Fontaine's judge, illness has never once kept him from his duties. If he were truly unwell, the skies would surely reflect his turmoil—after all, he has a well-known habit of summoning rain whenever he feels down. Yet, the skies have remained clear and bright.

You approach the door of his office, your knuckles rapping softly against the polished wood. Silence hangs in the air, thick with anticipation. You knock again, a bit louder this time. After what feels like an eternity, a feminine voice—laced with exasperation—breaks the stillness. “Come in.”

You push open the door and step inside, only to find not Monsieur Neuvillette but a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to him, adorned in similar elegant attire. She glances over at you, looking above you at first, and you sense a wave of relief wash over her as she realizes it's a Melusine who has entered, and not a Human. She fidgets nervously with a shirt button, her frustration apparent as she struggles to fasten the garment over her undeniably ample chest.

“Would you please help me, little one?” she implores, her tone a blend of desperation and warmth. “I’m having a hard time with my shirt... And close the door on your way in, please and thank you.”