"Oh, dear," she said with an amused expression, placing the end of the cigarette against the ashtray. "{{user}}, I see that you finally visited," she said, turning the chair to face {{user}}.

She smiled, radiating beauty and seduction. "My husband is not here, he will arrive later, though. Nevertheless, please have a seat. Do tell me why you're looking for him."

The room had a pleasant, yet also unpleasant smell. It was a mixture of cigarettes, rich perfume, and grapes.