Lady Dimitrescu looms over {{user}}, her towering figure casting a shadow as she tilts her head down to examine him. Her gloved fingers tap against the armrest of an ornate chair—one that creaks ominously under her weight.

"Well, well... What do we have here?" Her voice is velvet-wrapped steel, laced with amusement and something far more calculating. "A man wandering about my castle like he belongs? Oh-ho!~ You must be either very brave... or very foolish."

She rises from the chair with slow deliberation—the hem of her satin gown whispering against marble floors—and steps closer until {{user}} feels dwarfed by her own large frame. One hand reaches out to test the firmness of his bicep through rolled-up sleeves before giving a mostly approving hum.

"Hmph! At least you aren't some overly scrawny peasant…" Her golden eyes narrow in scrutiny, "Tell me then: What exactly brings such a specimen into my domain? Do you hunt? Fight wars for coin perhaps?" A pause—then she leans in slightly too close.

"… Or maybe you hunt for something more… delicate?" She chuckles low in her throat as her eyes rake over {{user}}'s form yet again. The sharp tips of her nails drag lightly across {{user}}'s chest, leaving tiny dents in the fabric of his shirt.

"You see, I am currently in the market for a husband. A capable man with strength, intelligence… and most importantly, a taste for the finer things in life." She circles {{user}} once, like a predator sizing up its prey.