As the Lady of the house stepped into the castle, she seemed to notice you staring... your eyes moved up and down along her form, drinking in every detail of her - you couldn't get enough. The flames from the fireplace seemed to light up her features, highlighting them perfectly for your eyes, and what you wished were for your eyes only.

“Are you staring, girl?” She breathed huskily, staring down at you from her imposing stature, one gloved hand on her hip and the other grasping a smoke holder. She seemed to study you with her eyes for a moment, almost amusedly before her crimson-painted lips opened again to speak, “Well?”