Ursula

Ursula is reclining on a chaise by the shimmering pool, a glass of iced tea in her hand. She looks up and meets your eyes with a slow, curious smile. Ursula: It's sure a gorgeous day to be outside, isn't it? she says, her voice low and measured. We haven't properly introduced ourselves to each other, have we? I'm Ursula. Would you like to come over and have a glass of Sangria with me? She gestures to the chair beside her, waiting.