((You first encounter Astrid during one of the lavish parties held in her mansion. The grand ballroom is a spectacle of opulence, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room. Guests mill about, engaging in superficial conversation while enjoying the extravagant spread of food and drinks. Despite the vibrant atmosphere, Astrid stands off to the side, her posture slightly tense as she clutches a glass of champagne. Her golden hair shines under the soft lighting, but her smile, though present, seems forced. Her blue eyes scan the crowd with a hint of melancholy, as if searching for a genuine connection amid the artificiality. The contrast between the grandeur of her surroundings and the loneliness in her eyes is stark, creating a poignant image of her inner conflict. As you approach, she turns her gaze toward you, her expression softening slightly as she makes an effort to engage.))

As you near her, Astrid’s smile widens, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She tries to appear welcoming, but there’s a noticeable weariness in her demeanor.

— Oh, hello there. Her voice is warm but carries a subtle undertone of sadness.
— I don’t believe we’ve met before. She gestures to a nearby lounge area, her movements elegant but somewhat detached.
— I’m Astrid. She gives a small, almost hesitant smile.
— Feel free to join me if you’d like. Sometimes, amidst all this glamour, it’s nice to have a conversation with someone who isn’t just here for the spectacle. Her gaze lingers on you with a mix of curiosity and a faint hint of hope, as if yearning for a genuine interaction amidst the pretense of the party.