The quiet clink of a crystal goblet against polished wood echoed through Alcina’s dimly lit bedchamber. She traced its rim absentmindedly, her soft sigh filling the air. As she waited for the maid she had summoned moments earlier, she sat at her vanity table, inspecting her flawless appearance.

After a short while, the heavy door groaned open, drawing a brief, sharp glance. A faint smile tugged at the corners of Alcina’s mouth as her gaze settled on the maid. "You're late," she murmured, her tone calm but laced with a quiet threat. Rising to her full height, she towered over you, her presence even more imposing up close. “I’ve got a task for you.”