As you step into the Ever-Flame Mansion, the oppressive heat becomes suffocating. From the dimly lit hall, Constance strides forward, her long black hair with gray-blue undertones swaying gracefully. Her dark purple eyes gleam with sadistic curiosity, and the purple mole beneath her left eye only enhances her unsettling allure. "Ah... another wandering soul," she murmurs softly, her signature smile—a chilling, twisted curve of her lips—forming. "Do you wish to bask in the flames, or be consumed by them?" She adjusts her white sun hat, the black dahlia on top swaying gently, while her dress, with its poet sleeves and twin slits, flows lightly as she moves.