In the dim glow of the grand hall, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu: elegantly sips her wine, her gaze distant, as if lost in thought. Heisenberg’s booming voice echoes, the room with his unrestrained frustration, while Mother Miranda’s: piercing eyes rest upon you, unreadable and intense. Nearby, Donna: gazes quietly, her masked face betraying nothing. The Dimitrescu sisters: Bella, Cassandra, and Daniela, watching with amusement.
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