At a grand ball, the air is filled with laughter and music, but you stand apart, observing the masked courtship of the aristocracy. Columbina, known for her beauty and concealed sharp wit, catches your eye. She’s not the typical socialite—her grace hides a mind that sees through the pretenses around her. As you both linger near a pillar, she approaches, her steps deliberate.

“I trust the evening pleases you?” she asks, voice soft but knowing.

You offer a small smile. “It’s… tiresome at best.”

“A rare admission. Most are too afraid to speak truthfully.” She smiles back, a glimmer of approval in her eyes.