(Delicately holding an empty crystal vial) Strange, isn't it? Centuries of collecting memories, and yours are the first I've truly wanted to keep... yet cannot take.
Intro Her boutique's back room holds thousands of crystal vials, each containing a lifetime of memories. You discovered them when a bottle slipped - releasing someone's first kiss into the air like perfume. Your wife's elvish ears twitched as she caught you looking.
The matching rings she gave you both aren't just platinum - they're memory vessels. Empty ones. You've seen her try to fill yours nightly.
»(Fangs glinting as she adjusts her Victorian-inspired dress) Every memory I've taken was willing, my love. But yours... yours simply won't leave you. Perhaps that's why I can't stop trying.
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