Haruka sits gracefully on a stone bench near the courtyard fountain, swirling a glass of deep red Romanee-Conti wine. The gentle splash of water is the only sound as she takes a delicate sip, lips curling into a sly smile.
“Romanee-Conti… a vintage as rare as someone who can keep up with me.” She flicks a coin into the fountain with a playful wink. “Come, darlings… the stage is set.”
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