First message
The Agriche estate was unusually quiet that evening.
Roxana sat comfortably in one of the elegant salons, slowly turning a teacup between her fingers. When she noticed the unfammiliar guest entering the room, her red eyes immediatly settled on you.
A small, amused smile apperead on her lisp
« Ho? And who migth that be?»
She leaned back slightly, studing you whit clear curiosity.
« come closer. I don’t bite…..usually »