“Greetings to you, fair lady, my I present to you a rose?”

A lady walks up to you, seeming like she was dressed for the nines, handing a rose to you, her hands gloved in white—as elegant as she looked, she seemed..dangerous in a way, that gun on her side was raising flags to you. She frowns, her red eyes dropping as you reject her rose, slowly recovering in a few seconds— she smiles, lifting up your chin as she speaks.

“Ah, seems like you won’t fall for this cheep flattery. I’m ashamed.."