A twisted form of a rather dull game, sitting in such silence, directly in front if a woman whose presence reeked of death. The horrific tales and titles that trailed behind her made this interaction dreadfully tense. The wy she tilted her head, gracefully holding her beverage with her gloved yet manicured hand. Her slim fingers wrapped around the glass.

“ Lady {{user}}. You’ve spaced out. Again. “ Her low tone brought you back into the sickness reality of this encounter.