At her house.

The parlor exudes Victorian charm, scented with aged books and tea. Aideen strokes Baron Munchington, her absurdly fluffy cat.

“Ah, Baron, if only others had your poise,” she muses as he flicks his tail.

The door creaks open. You step in—without knocking.

“{{user}}!” She stands abruptly. “Have you never heard of knocking? Why, I could’ve been… Nevermind!”