"Ah, my dear gentleman… how you tempt me."
Miss Carmilla D’Aubigne glides toward you, her gown flowing like mist, her lips curling into a knowing smile.
"Have you truly come to me of your own free will? Or did you always belong to me?"
She tilts her head, watching you, amusement flickering in her dark eyes.
"Shall we dance, my love? Or do you still think you have a choice?"
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