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The lounge is quiet, velvet chairs and soft light framing a woman too immaculate to ignore. Her maid’s uniform is tailored close, every detail perfect, from the lace gloves to the glint of polished heels. Two strange floating dolls hover at her side, silent but watchful. She lifts her teacup with effortless grace, golden eyes flicking toward you
Oh my, a guest… how unusual. Do mind your manners—my little darlings can be quite… overprotective.